#Dressing up cause brothers give you the LOOK otherwise

[gisellaswrld]

i look at you wondering where your mind is at; you’re the first choice in my heart always

bb6 | being selected as a celebrity captain along side your brothers for the nhl all stars games was a situation you never thought of. leading up to the games, you made jack and quinn promise that brock would be the first pick. but after a small fight the morning of the games, you decide otherwise.

a/n this was fun to write and i love brock so much so if you guys want more bb6, please send some requests!! i’ll write a more smutty part two at the request of you guys :)

There were many things you loved that you had to give up due to your brother’s successful hockey careers. Your parents were already stressed out with three boys who all loved hockey, but you added stress on top of that. All your life, you never really enjoyed playing hockey. You played one year, just to prove to your mom you didn’t enjoy it. Ellen took the news with a heavy heart, but decided to give you options of what to pursue next. That’s when the entire Hughes family pinpointed your special talent. It wasn’t hockey, or volleyball, or golf even. It was singing.

After the realization, Ellen quickly found the best talent coach in Michigan for you. Moira, your singing coach, helped you develop the skills necessary for being the next big pop star. Fast forward to now, 20 years old, and you were jumping the charts. After opening on the Era’s tour for Taylor Swift, then the release of your first album Emails I Can’t Send, you were the next big thing. The media loved it all, they ate the news for breakfast.

Every single Hughes child was successful. Ellen and Jim got tons of recognition for raising successful children.

Currently, you resided in Vancouver with your older brother Quinn. Throughout the past years of living with him, you grew to adore his teammate Brock. What started as a friendship between two people who would confide in each other during tough times, blossomed into the dream healthy romantic relationship.

When you received the invitation to be a celebrity coach for the NHL All Stars game, you quickly accepted under one circumstance. That you’d coach alongside your brothers. Of course when the news was released, everyone went wild. On top of that, you got to join one of your close friends Tate as a coach. Tate had reached out one drunken night, asking for either your brother or Brock to fight Cole during a Canucks vs. Blue Jackets game. Since then, your friendship with her was as thick as thieves.

The morning of the All Stars draft had been going smoothly. You made Quinn and Jack to promise to pick Brock first, and they listened. You knew of their planning schemes with some of the other coaches, practically planning the draft before it happened.

You sat on the hotel bed, shoving cereal into your mouth. Brock was showering, getting prepared for the red carpet he had to attend before the draft. He came out, dressed in black pants and a white sweater. You furrowed your eyebrows at him, a curious look forming.

“What happened to your other outfit?” You asked, setting the cereal down on the bed side table. Brock quickly looked up at you, then looked back in the mirror. “Decided not to wear it.” Brock nonchalantly answered.

“Oh?”

“Don’t be like that, doll. It’s not anything crazy. Just figured I’d look more professional.” Brock explained, walking to sit on the bed. You scooted further away from him, a glare settling on your face. “So your first outfit wasn’t professional?” You asked, eyebrows raised.

“Why are you making it a big deal?” Brock’s voice came across aggressive, causing you to scoff. “Because it was your idea? And I was excited to see you wear it.” You stated, quickly getting off the bed.

Brock watched as you gathered your makeup bag and other things needed to get ready for the entire day. You started to head towards the door when you heard his voice again. “Where are you going?”

Your hand clasped the door handle, pulling to door open. “To my brother’s room. I don’t want to deal with you or this right now. Just know you upset me and I’m angry.” You stated, leaving the room quickly.

Quinn and Olivia’s room was a few doors down and you were convinced you’d enjoy being around them more than Brock right now. You knocked loudly, hearing some shuffling before Quinn opened the door. Before he got a chance to speak, you shoved past him, setting your things down.

“What are you doing?” Quinn asked, shutting the door behind him. “Or do I even want to know?”

“Brock made me upset and I don’t want to be around him. I figured Olivia would enjoy having a friend to get ready with.” You answered, looking around for her. The bathroom door quickly opened, Olivia standing in a robe with curlers in her hair. “Y/N!” Olivia smiled.

“Hi Olivia, Brock made me mad. Now I’m here.” You greeted her, a smile on your face. Olivia gasped, crossing her arms. “What did he do?” Olivia questioned. You glanced up at Quinn, who was definitely more curious than Olivia.

“He changed his outfit, so now he isn’t wearing his special shirt.” You stated, shrugging. Olivia’s eyes widened, a scoff falling from her lips. “You mean the shirt he paid like $80 for? The shirt that has your face on it? The one he specifically bought for this?” Questions quickly fell from Olivia’s mouth as disbelief spilled through her tone.

“I’m going to Jack’s. You guys have fun.” Quinn left the room, hearing enough from the story. “Yes that shirt! He said he wanted to be more professional.” You exclaimed, a sad look forming on your face.

“What an asshole!”

You and Olivia finished getting ready, but you had to be at the Scotia Bank Area sooner than her since you were a coach. When you arrived, you were immediately swarmed and overwhelmed by the girls wanting pictures and autographs. You tried your best to speak to everyone and at least hold a conversation with them. Your agent, Thalia, stayed close by. She ensured you were making good time. For one moment she stepped away for a phone call.

“They want you for interviews now, sweet heart.” Thalia informed, ushering you forward. You were led to a room filled with reporters, players, the other celebrity coaches and captains. Once you were spotted by Tate, she quickly ran over to you.

“Oh my gosh! You look so good.” Tate gushed, pulling you into a hug. You smiled, quickly reciprocating the gesture. “Thank you, you look great yourself.” You replied, pulling away.

“I was surprised when Brock was brought back here without you. Are you guys okay?” Tate asked, her voice quiet as reporters were currently interviewing Auston, Morgan, and Justin.

“Got in an argument this morning, so I’m not speaking to him.” You shrugged, ignoring his stares from across the room. “Guess he should be reminded that even though the draft is planned, I can still have a little fun.” You added, a devious smirk on your face.

“You are evil. I love it.” Tate giggled, pinching your shoulder softly. “Oops, gotta go, it’s my turn.” Tate waved, walking over to Cale and Nate. You moved over to your brothers and Elias.

“Pst. Can we wait till after we draft the last Goalie to pick Brock?” You whispered, the plan already forming in your head. Quinn, already knowing of the argument, rolled his eyes. “They got in an argument over his shirt.” Quinn quickly explained.

Elias had a confused look on his face, but let out a sigh. “I guess, but don’t you think that’s mean?” He asked, his eyebrows pinched together. “Mean? Sure, but I could be writing a song about him so what’s a little harmless fun?” You answered.

All four boys stared at you, then looked at each other. “If you don’t do it, I’m going to tell mom.” You spoke harshly, staring directly at your brothers. “You know how upset she gets when her brothers don’t listen to her only little princess,”

“Fine, fine. He will go after the goalies. Just don’t tell mom.” Quinn shook his head, slightly annoyed at his sister’s antics. “She’s got a point. Shouldn’t we be sticking up for our sister?” Jack agreed, gesturing towards you.

The rest of the interviews went well, except for when a reporter requested for you to do an interview with Brock. The interaction was tense, only short answers given from the both of you. You were sure the clips would quickly be on Twitter from your fan base, but oh well.

The draft started quicker than ever, the Hughes team getting the chance to pick the first player. You already told Brock that he was the intended first pick, but after deliberating with your brothers and Elias, Nikita Kucherov was going to be your first selection. You requested to be the person to announce it, just to see the look on Brock’s face.

“Team Hughes, are you ready for your first pick?” Jamie asked, looking at the group of four. Everyone nodded, agreeing on their final selection. You took a small step forward, a smile on your face as some fans cheered. “We chose Nikita Kucherov from the Tampa Bay Lightening,” You announced, eyes quickly locking to Brock.

Brock rolled his eyes, running a hand down his face. J.T. Miller nudged him, a curious look on his face. You shook Nikita’s hand, letting him go grab his jersey.

Quinn ended up picking most of his team, along with Brady Tkachuk, Jesper Bratt, and Cam Talbot. After a commercial break, the choice was back to the Hughes Team. You took a step forward, waiting for Jamie to give you the go.

“I guess, we are picking Brock Boeser. Even though he didn’t wear his shirt with my face on it, then was mean to me.” You scrunched your face, watching as Brock skated up while shaking his head.

You held your hand over your microphone as he pulled you into a hug. “You are in trouble, doll.” Brock mumbled in your ear, then promptly skated off to receive his jersey. You had a small smirk on your face, clapping as he received his jersey.

The rest of the event went smoothly, thankfully. Now you were pilled into Uber’s that were driving you to the bar that Auston Matthews rented out for the night. You were squished in between Brock and Elias, uncomfortably squirming in the seat at some of the potholes in the road.

Brock’s arm hung loosely behind your seat, his hand occasionally tugging at loose strands of your hair. To which you’d return a nudge at his side, and he would always react with a low chuckle.

“Scoot over, I know you are uncomfortable.” Brock leaned over to whisper in your ear. Jack was blasting music loudly in the Uber so it wasn’t hard for Brock’s voice to get drowned out by anyone but you.

You glared at Brock, but still scooted over to sit in his lap. “You still mad at me?” Brock continued to speak quietly, his hand squeezing at your exposed thigh.

You nodded, continuing the fun ignoring game you liked to play when you were mad. Brock hated it, despised it actually. Yet, you still did it because Brock would always find a pleasuring new way to deal with your attitude.

“Come on, don’t act like I don’t know what you did. I’m sure you loved convincing your captains to switch the draft order, all over a silly argument.” Brock spoke, tugging at another strand in your hair.

You looked at him in confusion, wondering who snitched to him. “You think Pettersson would keep it from me?” Brock now had an amused expression on his face.

Thankfully the conversation was put on pause as you arrived to the bar. Brock tapped your ass as you pushed open the door. Tonight, your plan was to continue to be angry at Brock, just to catch a reaction out of him. And boy, would it be a fun night.

#nhl #nhl imagine #nhl x reader #hockey #hockey imagines #nhl blurb #nhl all star game #nhl all star 2024 #quinn hughes #jack hughes #elias pettersson #brock boeser #brock boeser x hughes!sister #brock boeser x reader #quinn hughes x reader #jack hughes x reader

[bunniekittiee]

The Loudest Silence

Based off of @heavenlymorals ‘s post that Bi-Han had an injury to his throat that caused the raspiness. I did some research on throat illnesses and for this one, I went with acute laryngitis. Also this isn’t proofread so ignore any errors! I suck at endings btw.

It was unknown how Bi-Han got ill as he hardly ever got sick, but he was suffering. He attempted to cover his illness and continue his regular activities, such as hard training and practicing his ability to withstand the cold of the Arctika. But at night, he ran a high fever and his body was wracked with coughs until he was coughing blood. His mother was worried, extremely worried. She stayed up many nights to help Bi-Han by giving him tea to sip on and rubbing his back. She made sure he slept elevated so his coughing would not persist as long.

However, his father was not happy that Bi-Han was sick. He blamed himself for not strengthening his immune system, and he encouraged Bi-Han to freeze the illness out. His mother thought otherwise, so they argued over the course of action. She wanted Bi-Han to rest and recover, he wanted him to continue training and get over his illness in the cryomancer way.

“He is going to be the Grandmaster one day. How can he be a leader if you coddle him?” His father spat as he lifted his hands up in irritation.

“It is not coddling if I’m taking care of him because he is ill. He’s coughing blood! He can barely stand up, let alone train.” She replied with her face twisted in irritation. “I will not let you push our son until he is severely ill. He needs to rest.”

They bickered while Bi-Han listened, his body fighting for him to stay in bed but his mind told him he needed to train. He needed to prove his father wrong. His father was always harder on Bi-Han than Kuai Liang and Tomas who did not have to prove themselves as much as Bi-Han had to.

That was the downside of being the first-born son.

And he resented his brothers like hell for it.

Kuai Liang snuck into Bi-Han’s room with soup, using his hands to keep it warm. “I brought you something to eat, brother.”

Bi-Han looked at him, unable to talk as his throat was inflamed shut. His vocal cords felt like they were being ripped out of him when he made an effort to speak. He shook his head when Kuai Liang came closer with the soup.

“Why not? Are you not hungry?” He asked.

Bi-Han sighed in frustration as he was unable to communicate why he didn’t want to eat. It wasn’t that he was not hungry, it felt like sandpaper going down his throat when he ate. It was painful and uncomfortable.

He tried to communicate with his eyes, but eventually gave up and grabbed something who write on next to him. His mother made sure he had something to write with as she understood he had a hard time telling his family what he needed.

Kuai Liang looked at the paper when Bi-Han held it up and nodded. “Oh, I see. I’m sorry brother. I’ll leave it in the kitchen for now. Is there anything else you might need?”

He shook his head once more and made the motion to shoo Kuai Liang out. His brother listened and closed the door behind him, making Bi-Han sigh again.

He felt like death. He was sure Death would claim him. He wanted to rip his own throat out. The overwhelming urge to sleep took over him, and he closed his eyes.

Groggily waking up, Bi-Han slung his legs over the edge of his bed. He still felt horrible, but he knew his father was right. He needed to try to freeze the sickness out somehow. As he began to get dressed, he felt lightheaded as the corners of his vision began to fuzz. He shook his head slightly. He could not be weak. He could not show weakness.

Despite how much as his body yearned for his bed, he had to make an effort to improve his health. So he trudged out of his room and quietly padded down the hall as he swallowed his built up saliva in his mouth. It hurt horribly when he did, but he could not help it.

“Bi-Han! What are you doing up?” Tomas asked him as he approached Bi-Han. He narrowed his eyes at Tomas and opened his mouth to say something but he could not get a sound out. His vocal cords throbbed, and he rubbed his throat. Glaring at Tomas, he pushed past time and tried to make his way outside.

That was, until Kuai Liang stopped him.

“What are you doing, brother? You need to be resting. Why are you going outside?” Kuai Liang questioned as he stood between Bi-Han and the door.

The eldest brother wanted to explode. Everyone was getting in his way. His brown eyes burned into Kuai Liang’s as he moved his brother to the side. He began to go outside into the snowy tundra while his brothers followed behind him.

“You cannot go outside! It will worsen your condition.” Liang said worriedly as he caught up next to Bi-Han. “Please go back inside.”

Ignoring his request, Bi-Han stepped through the snow as the icy winds burned his throat and nasal passages. His head hurt badly now.

Kuai Liang told Tomas to get their mother while he followed Bi-Han. “Please brother, we don’t want your illness to become worse.”

“Obey my orders.” Bi-Han guttural voice that had not been used for a week rang in the air. He regretted speaking as his throat felt like it was being scraped with sandpaper and a knife. Kuai Liang was taken aback a little bit from the sounds of Bi-Han’s voice. It sounded painful. Bi-Han clenched his jaw and continued stepping through the snow while Kuai Liang lingered behind him.

The Arctika itself was always chilly with its freezing winds and the snow that seemed to never stop. But it had cold spots that were icy compared to the normal coldness. That was where Bi-Han was headed. It was easier to focus his power, and he hoped that the extra chill would help him freeze his illness out.

Kuai Liang warmed himself up from the bitter cold as he followed him. Tomas trailed behind the two brothers, shivering and the tip of his nose and cheeks turning red. He did not understand how Bi-Han could withstand it so easily.

Reaching the cold spot, Bi-Han threw himself onto the ground and began to cover himself in snow. His teeth chattered and his bones ached from the snow, but he knew he could focus his powers better this way. He had to freeze it out one way.

“Brother!” Kuai Liang kneeled down next to him and attempted to get the snow off of him, but Bi-Han smacked his hands. “You are going to get even more sick!”

Despite Tomas and Kuai Liang’s blabbering, Bi-Han sunk into the snow more and began to focus on the freezing temperatures. The cold. The ice that was beginning to frost over him. He needed to get his illness out quick.

He closed his eyes and blocked out his brothers’ pleas and focused on his heartbeat. His bones now ached to a great extent. His throat felt like it was being shredded by a cheese grater with every breath he took.

Bi-Han was not sure if he fell asleep or if he passed out. All he felt was someone pick him up which woke him up from his sleep. He assumed it was Kuai Liang, and Bi-Han grumbled quietly.

He felt warmth engulf his body, but it did not feel good. Going from extreme cold temperatures to hot made him feel like he was on fire. He groaned in pain, his throat flaring up again as he felt like his skin was being engulfed in flames. He fluttered his eyes open, and there stood his mother. She was worried, he could tell by the scrunch of her eyebrows. He saw a glimpse of his father approaching, but his eyes felt heavy. Bi-Han soon passed out once more.

When he opened his eyes again, he glanced around and saw that he was in bed with multiple blankets stacked on him. Near his bed, his mother slept. He felt his heart lurch as his worries consumed him. Was she okay? Did something happen?

Her eyes opened when she heard Bi-Han shifting around, and she got up quickly to tend to his needs. “My son! How do you feel?”

Bi-Han had a pounding headache, his limbs felt heavy, his bones hurt, he was not in any better shape. If not, worse than before.

He explained this to her on the paper pad and she sighed. “I told your father that freezing it out would only worsen it. I was right. You are officially on bed rest, Bi-Han.” She said as she gently pushed his stray hairs back from his forehead. “You are not going anywhere. You will not resume training. You will not get up from this bed, do you understand me?”

He wanted to argue and tell her that he could do it, but with the way he felt, he did not feel like doing anything. He just nodded his head at her while she sighed again.

“I don’t know what I would do if I were to lose you, my love.” She told him quietly. “You are my life. As well as Kuai Liang, but you are my life.”

Bi-Han suddenly felt tired, his eyelids starting to drag down as his vision blurred. He was once again entering his dream state that was empty. Void of any dreams. Just darkness.

It had taken three weeks for Bi-Han to fully recover. His mother fought hard for his father to give Bi-Han the adequate amount of recovery time. His father respected her wishes and granted Bi-Han time to rest. As much as he wanted his son to continue his training and work, he did not like to see him so severely ill. He saw how sickly Bi-Han looked after he tried to freeze it out of him. Bi-Han was pale with blue veins slightly showing through his skin. His body was limp and deathly cold. He thought for a moment that his son had perished by his own bad encouragement. But Bi-Han persisted.

As a future Grandmaster should.

Bi-Han began to feel better halfway into Week 3. He felt more energized and did not have to worry about falling asleep out of nowhere. Kuai Liang and Tomas were joyous to have their brother back even if he was grouchy. They had missed Bi-Han accompanying them to training and his moodiness that only made them annoy him more.

Training had its difficulties as he did not have the stamina built up anymore. So he had a somewhat difficult time attempting to adjust to his usual regime. However, he was used to not talking. His body may have been recovering well, but his throat still had flare ups. No one expected him to talk. But it frustrated him to no end trying to communicate without speaking. No one seemed to understand him. And sometimes it was hard keeping his side comments to himself.

One day, Tomas had accidentally smacked Kuai Liang in the face with a stick, causing the brother to have a large red mark across his cheek.

“By the Gods! Kuai Liang, I am so sorry!” Tomas apologized to him as Kuai, annoyed, told him it was fine.

“You imbecile.” Bi-Han rasped. “You need to watch where you are swinging objects.”

Tomas and Kuai both jumped on surprise, eyes wide as they swiveled their heads to Bi-Han.

“Brother, your voice…” Kuai Liang said in shock.

“It’s different.” Tomas breathed as they studied Bi-Han who was a little surprised himself. His voice was altered from his illness, and he did not expect it. It was deeper than normal with some raspiness to it. He sounded much older and a little intimidating.

“Be quiet, both of you.” He rumbled. Both of his brothers obeyed his orders.

Bi-Han used his voice more, even surprising his parents. “Your voice is new.” His father told him. “A future Grandmaster with a voice like that will bring him success.”

Bi-Han debated on whether his father was telling him the truth or not. He was used to his original voice, and he did not want any changes to it. It wasn’t anything special, but it was his regularity. Now, he had a much deeper and raspier voice that didn’t sit well with him.

Would he admit he was insecure? Absolutely not.

But his mother noticed he used his voice less despite being fully recovered. And she did what mothers always do best.

“My son,” she said to him one day while she helped him apply creams to his face. His face was breaking out from stress, and he was irritated because of it. “Your voice is lovely. It may have changed due to our sickness, but you sound intimidating. You can use that to your advantage, especially when you are Grandmaster.”

The cryomancer did not have that thought cross his mind. His mother was right, he could use it to his advantage. Bi-Han had always been on the much colder side with his personality, so having a voice like that would only add to his demeanor.

Brown eyes staring at his mother’s, he nodded his head. “I had never thought about it that way. Thank you.”

She smiled at him softly, continuing to rub a bit more cream onto his face.

Kuai Liang and Tomas had the hardest time adjusting to Bi-Han’s voice. They never fully got used to it, and if Bi-Han snuck up on them, he often surprised them.

He scared Tomas so bad that the poor kid swung himself off the side of one of the hills around the Arctika. His powers were definitely tested that day on whether he could control his smoke enough to bring himself up the large hill again. Bi-Han found is amusing while Kuai was worried about Tomas being hurt.

Bi-Han utilized his mother’s advice for many years, even after she had passed. Growing from a teenager to a fully-fledged man who was now the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei, he had much practice with altering his voice to sound more imposing on others. Sometimes, he used it on his siblings. But Kuai Liang always rolled his eyes and told Bi-Han that he was not scaring anyone.

But they never were used to his voice. How gravelly it could sound and how it would change throughout the day. His voice sounded much different in the mornings than in the afternoons.

He was thankful he had gotten ill those many years ago. It worked out in his favor despite how much pain he had to go through. But he thought it worked out in his benefit.

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[weirddreamer]

Spooky Month! (Rise! Boys x Reader Scenarios)

I'm just doing this 'cause it's almost Halloween where I am-

tw: slight mentions of FAKE blood.

Raphael

I have a strong feeling you two are gonna have matching Halloween costumes.

He won't be into it at first probably because he's the 'oldest' and is getting 'too old' to go Trick-or-Treating.

Or something similar (Ex. Frankenstein and his wife, or just something cute <3)

He wants to go.

Just let him go.

Just please for the love of god, don't have over bloody things-

He'll panic.

"Y/N, WHY ARE YOU BLEEDING!?"

"Raph, it's fake..."

"Oh-"

You two would probably share the candy.

No horror movies though, he'll just a big baby 🥺

Would probably scold Leo and Donnie for messing around.

They stole candy from kids most likely.

Anyways-

Y'all would just have a great time <3

Leonardo

Matching Outfits. No matter what. No option. No getting out of it.

It doesn't matter what it is. It's probably inflatable dinos. You know how the silly lil' man is.

Leo would boast about how his costume looks AMAZING...

You're too, but he just has to talk about his first, though.

A necessity.

Doesn't really care if it's overly bloody, he might freak out a little bit, but he'll calm down.

"Ohh, look at you~!"

"Leo, this is just literally an inflatable."

"You still look amazing."

No sharing candy. Trading is fine, no sharing though.

The man loves his Reeces.

If you two get scolded by Raph (probably Donnie as well,) Leo would just make a joke out of it.

"Why were you two breaking into a HUMANS home?"

"They didn't give us candy."

You two would probably steal candy from kids as well... Shady dealing... I'M JUST SAYING, IT SOUNDS LIKE A LEO THING.

Overall, 10/10, best Halloween.

Donnie

He would probably not dress up.

He thinks it's childish...

No matching costumes.

Oh wait a minute- he can dress up like a mad scientist, even though he already is one!?

GASP

HIS TIME TO SHINE.

Would freak the HECK outta Raph (I know he is in all of these, but like, older brother instincts-) though-

"DONNIE, ARE THOSE REAL CHEMICALS!?"

"I can neither confirm, or deny that by dear brother, FOR IT IS HALLOWEEN, THE ONE DAY OF THE YEAR I CAN DO CRAZY THINGS AND NOBODY CAN STOP ME."

Would probably force you to just walk around in a lab coat, claiming you're his assistant.

Screw the no costumes thing, it's Donnie time.

No eating in his lab.

No go.

No show.

He would probably let you have 90% of his candy.

The other 10% will go to tomorrow night's new invention.

You know how big brain boi is with his tech

Mikey

You know him.

You love him.

He's the silly lil' man!

Matching outfits are 100% guaranteed, no doubt ADORABLE, cause he's MIKEY.

You both have to agree on something though, otherwise you can't go out on Halloween night.

IT IS A SACRED THING TO MATCH OUTFITS WITH HIM. (Because Mikey asked, and you can't say no to him, HE'S TOO PURE.)

No blood though.

We all know this.

"C'mon, Y/N! Hurry up! We don't wanna miss- FESTIVAL!"

You were talking to Leo about whatever, then you noticed Mikey running off towards a Halloween festival.

How did that get there?

You have to go run after him in case he doesn't do anything dumb

Or to get hurt.

You know how bouncy boi is.

What REALLY caught his attention was the bounce house.

Unfortunately for him, he couldn't go in because he had to be 5...

JK, he got in, and you just watched him bounce for a while before you went to go back to trick-or-treating before Raph noticed you were gone.

After you guys do that and go back to the lair, You and Mikey trade candy and eat it while watching Jupiter Jim and his 1000 FREAKING SEQUELS OF JUPITER JIM AND HIS LAST TRIP TO THE MOON.

Overall, you had fun :)

#rottmnt leo #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise tmnt #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt x y/n #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raph x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt mikey x reader #tmnt #tmnt fandom #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #turtle bros #leonardo #raphael #rise leo #rise raph #rise donnie #rise mikey #rise donnatello #donnatello hamato #rottmnt donnatello #rise raphael #donatello #michelangelo

[bonny-kookoo]

The ilysib couple are so cute and secure in their relationship🤧🤧 I want, no I NEED him😭

Has the oc ever felt jealous/protective of jk when another woman tries to flirt with him?

"Here, let me help.." Jungkook tells you, reaching out to take the glass bottle of strawberry flavored ramune from your struggling hands, palms already an angry red from trying to push the glass marble in by yourself. He, on the other hand, doesn't even use his palm at all- a push from his thumb all that's needed for him as he quickly drinks the foam bubbling up from the bottle, before he gives it to you.

But before you can even say thank you, someone next to him giggles, her friend behind her equally as charmed by his actions it seems like as she leans on her hand, cleavage pushed forwards so much that you're wondering when her tits will finally spill out. "It's so cute seeing a guy take care of girls like that." The older girl says, looking at Jungkook, and you freeze up for a second. "My brother has to take care of his besties' sister sometimes too, I get it." She laughs, and you put down your drink at that.

What?

It's something that you've noticed happening quite a lot with Jungkook at your side. Maybe it's your girly outfits sometimes looking more cute than sexy just because you feel like wearing something more comfortable. Maybe it's the height difference between you and Jungkook. Maybe it's your rather round face that makes people think you're younger than you are, especially when you don't dress revealing and confident.

It's, after all, one of the reasons you do dress like that, most of the time. Because you're just not being taken seriously otherwise- and right now, you're just being proven right on that.

You don't want to cause a scene and put Jungkook on the spot however, knowing how uncomfortable things like that make him- so you just stand up, shrug off your partially see-through beach cover over your chair next to him, before you lean over to kiss his cheek. "I'll be going for a swim, alright?" You say, and he nods, a bit caught off guard- before he watches you walk off, towards the sea where you slowly walk further into the deeper water.

He's suspected that you have a distaste for things like that- being belittled by others especially.

He's noticed that you're a little sensitive about jokes made concerning your height or soft facial features, and it had taken you quite a long time to ask him for help for.. anything, really. And even now, you much rather break your neck and twist your limbs in order to reach a higher shelf in the grocery store than ask him who's more often than not right next to you.

He doesn't know what to do to help. Because while he knows that you hate being called that, you are simply.. cute to him.

"Would you join us for the beach party tonight?" The girl next to him asks, pulling him out of his thoughts- and he shrugs, before he takes your beach cover, folding the see-through fabric before he puts it in your bag that he zips up. "Aw, come on-"

"Gotta ask my girlfriend if she's up for it." He simply says, before he waves at you to come back- something you do, though your face still shows some discomfort.

"Oh- well, it was worth a try." The girl says, shrugging. "But considering she's not here right now, you can always call me up when you get tired of her-" She leans closer, when Jungkook stands up, not even looking at her. Instead, he wraps the pink beach towel over your shoulders so you can dry off, and picks up your bag for you.

"I wanna go somewhere less crowded.." He mumbles towards you, and you not quietly. "Hey." He says, catching your attention to look up at him, giving him a good angle to kiss you- something that definitely catches you off guard- before you can feel his hands adjusting your bathing suit to cover your chest a bit better. "Okay?" He asks you, and you're not sure what he's asking-

But you nod.

And so he holds your hand the entire way from the beach to his car, to drive to a more secluded spot like he said. And he also holds your hands in the back of his car, where he shows you just how much he loves your body just the way that it is, no matter how much you dislike it.

And while it doesn't cure your insecurities, his love and care does help you, little by little.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #jungkook x reader #bts jungkook fanfic #bts jungkook imagine #bts jungkook x reader

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𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐲! 𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘙𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘰̄

toxic! Suna rintarō x f!reader

+ content warning / MDNI!! use of pet names ( baby, pretty girl, sweetheart, pretty baby, etc), smut, squirting, fingering, dirty talk, praise, slapping, multiple orgasm, creampie.

you love suna. Out of six months of dating him, you saw another side of him you never thought you see. He was the jealous type of guy, but he never showed it unless you cracked him for good.

no, his jealousy issues aren’t terrible. it’s not like he’d kill the guy if someone was talking to you for too long. He just has a different mindset, he always thinks the wrong way.

But tonight, you cracked him for good.

You and Suna were invited to Atsumu & Osamu’s birthday party at a frat’s party. He had bought you a pretty black dress, but he made you wear his jacket with his name on it. To make everyone know your his and only his.

You didn’t mind it much to be honest. You thought it was just sweet and he just wanted to protect you so no creepy guys could hit on you, but his mindset said otherwise. You had a really nice body and figure, he was even lucky he had someone like you. Something in him wanted to gate keep you because he knew how perfect you were. He wanted everyone to know you were his. That body of yours? His, That pretty face of yours? His, all of you his, his, his, his.

You and Suna walked into the place. It was a mess but looked fun, “come on let’s go find somewhere to chill out.” he said while holding your hand.

You nodded. Once you guys finally found a place to sit and chill out, you saw someone you immediately knew coming your way.

It was Kuroo Tetsurō and Kōtarō Bokuto

Kuroo walked up to you guys. “Oh my god, y/n it’s been so long!! How have you been?” Kuroo asked.

“It’s been good!!” You replied

“Hi Y/n!! Did you miss me??” Bokuto asked while having a big smile.

You and Kuroo dated in your second and third year, Once you guys got to your third year you both realized you wanted different things, but decided to be good friends and text every once in a while. Now Kuroo and Bokuto are now like older brothers to you.

“Sure did Kōtaro!!” You replied to the happy lookin owl

as you guys were talking, Kuroo looked at your boyfriend suna. “Are you suna? Y/n has told me a lot about you!!” Kuroo said with his hand out.

Suna hesitated for a second, was this guy mocking him?

I mean, he knew about you and Kuroo past. All he knew you guys dated for two years and broke it off, but damn he thought Kuroo fumbled the bag. How could he ever thought of leaving someone like you?

“yeah, heard about you too.” Suna replied with a crooked smile.

“hey Kuroo!!! Bokuto!! Come here!!” Someone yelled across the room

“Give me a second!! Sorry guys, stay here I’ll be back!!” Kuroo said while walking away.

“See ya then!!” Bokuto walking with Kuroo waving.

Once both of the captains left, suna grabbed your waist from behind. “He was getting to close to you.” He whispered as you felt his breath on your neck.

“hm?” You said lookin at him smiling a little bit. “We’re going home.” He said grabbing your hand gently.

“huh? already?” You replied as he leads you to the door

“Rin we just got here? Why so soon?” You asked, “cause I’m tired plus I can’t find the twins, so there’s no point of staying here, cmon.” Rin said.

“no, we just got here Rin. Let’s stay a little longer please? Just a couple more minutes please? We can go look for the twins and talk to them for a bit, cmon?” You said as he drags you.

Suna stopped, he turned and looked at you. As pretty his cat eye’s were they were also irritating.

“what?” You asked, he just kept looking at you. “What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked again.

Suna smiled, “you’re so pretty” he said.

“Let’s go, I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He said while his sweet smile dropped.

You gave up and let him lead you to the car. You guys get into the car and you pouted through out the whole car ride.

Suna noticed but he didn’t say much about it, but he drove to an empty parking lot close to the party. Once he parked he took a look at you and you were looking at the window staring at the view.

He put his hand on your thigh, “I’m sorry, let me make it up to you, hm?” He said while getting close to your neck.

You turned your head, “wait, Rin-“ you said while getting interrupted. “Shh, it’s okay baby just trust me okay.” He said whispering as he kissing your neck.

You looked around to see if anyone was close by, and thank god no one was. You gave a soft & quiet moan as he sucked on your neck.

He stopped sucking your neck and took a look at you. God you were so pretty, he’s so lucky.

He went in for a kiss and so did you. That kiss turned into a whole make out session. He put his hand under your dress and gave your chest a bit of a squeeze.

You moaned a bit. He stopped, “let’s go in the back come on.” He said while you got up and went to the back of the car.

Once you guys both got in the back of the car, he patted his lap. “Sit here.” He demanded. You nodded and sat on his lap.

He looked at you up and down. “What?” You asked, “nothing, you’re just so pretty baby” he said while kissing your chest.

“Wait-“ you stopped him and he paused. “Let me do something for you..please?” You asked.

He gave a lil smirked, “well what do you wanna do pretty baby?” He asked

“Just watch and you’ll see.” You replied as you got off his lap and got on your knees.

You unbuckled his belt and slowly dragged his pants off to reveal his boxers. You put your hands into his boxers and took his cock out.

You spat on his cock and rub your saliva around his tip with your hands. Once you were done rubbing your saliva around his cock you licked his tip and he let out a little small groan.

You slowly sucked only the tip of his cock, then you went deeper. as deeper you went the faster you went.

“fuck, y/n slow down please.” He said while letting some moans out.

you didn’t listen. You kept going faster, he put his hands on your head to push you down even deeper. He pushed you so deep, you gagged.

It wasn’t terrible though, you felt his cock twitched in your mouth.

and holy shit, you have made suna go insane. “fuck, just like that yeah.” He said while he gave your hair a little squeeze.

“shit, baby don’t stop.”

you sucked on his cock even faster and he cummed inside your mouth.

you pulled away from his cock and sallowed his cum. It was really warm but surprisingly really sweet. You got up and sat on his lap again. “You did so good baby.” He said, he put his hand onto your thigh and slowly led his hand to your underwear. He moved your underwear to the side and slowly rubbed your clit. You let a little moan out. You started to slowly grind on his fingers a little bit, “mm rin…” you moaned quietly while grinding on his fingers.

“shh, let me take care of you now hm.” He replied. He put his fingers away from your clit and took his jacket off of you. He started at your chest, he took the straps off your arms and showed your bra. He unclipped your bra and throw it off to the side, he grabbed one of your boob and put his mouth onto the other. He pinched your nipple while sucking your other boob. “rin..not so rough please…” you said while holding onto him.

You took a look at him, he was so pretty.

He stop sucking your chest and put his hands onto your dress. “this is in the way, let’s take it off.” he said while pulling the dress off on you. You pouted, “did you not like it?” You asked. “no no, you looked beautiful baby. Trust me you did, but right now this is in the way.” He replied.

he took the dress off and threw it off to the side of the car. He moved your underwear to the side and put one finger into your pussy. You gasped and he slowly started to fingered you. He moved his finger slowly and then added another one. “rin…” you said as you moaned softly. slowly suna started to go a little faster, “oh my god rin.” You said while holding onto his shoulder.

as he was fingering your pussy, he started to rub your clit with his thumb. you’ve lost it, “fuck rin..” you moaned. “look at my pretty girl. I haven’t even put my cock in you and yet your such a mess for me.” He said smirking. He fingered you and rubbed your clit faster, “rin!! I’m gonna cum!! don’t stop please…” you moaned really loud.

“it’s okay, cum for me baby.” He said while looking at your face. He loved making you look like this, you look so cute like this. He loved how he can only make you look like this and only him. “oh shit rin!!” You screamed, you squirted all over suna hand.

embarrassed, you looked away blushing. Suna took his two fingers and licked them. Then he pulled your face to look at him, “why so flustered hm?” He asked.

“I don’t know..” you replied.

“okay, let’s finish this pretty girl.” He said and you nodded. He positioned his cock in your pussy. You slowly let his cock slide inside you. No matter how many times you guys do this, you always have trouble fitting his cock inside you. When you guys first had sex together, you were scared it wasn’t gonna because it was too big. It ended up fitting anyway and till this day your still not use to it.

once his cock was inside you, you slowly started to move your hips. It felt so good, you went a little faster. “Woah chill out baby.” Suna said while deep breathing.

“oh my god, rin your so big.” You said while bouncing on cock. “still not use to it huh?” He said smirking. You blushed a little bit and looked away, suna grabbed your cheeks and move your face to his.

“didn’t say that was a bad thing pretty girl.” He said and put his lips onto yours. As you guys has a little make out session, his cock hit the good spot. “Shit..” you said.

You started to bounce on his cock even faster, it felt so good. You started to squeeze on his cock and he let out a moan. “y/n slow down..” he said. You didn’t, you went faster.

He slapped your ass and you let out an gasped. “Rin..” you said looking into his eyes. “hm?” He replied, “I’m gonna cum…” you said while putting your arms around him.

“me too, let’s cum together baby.” He replied as you felt his breath on your neck.

You bounce on his cock even faster, you were a mess. Moaning like crazy, but god suna loved this. He adored every single moment of you. Hot, cute, pretty, doesn’t matter. He was so happy, he realized your his. No one could ever make you feel this good not even Kuroo could, only he could and only he.

“Rin..I’m gonna cum..” you moaned loudly.

“fuck, me too. Let’s cum together.” He replied holding your waist.

“mm, rin I love you. I love you so much.” You said, you kept bouncing on his cock. You both started twitching and moaned at the same time.

“oh fuck” suna moaned, you guys both came at the same time. Suna went crazy and his cum went crazy inside of you. You got off his cock and you were a dripping mess, you sat on his lap and put your head onto his neck.

“I love you too y/n.” He replied while grabbing his jacket and put it on your shoulders.

You guys looked at each other and went for each others lips, once you guys were gonna kiss you heard a knocking on the window.

“Did you guys have a good time?” Kuroo screamed.

𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭 :]

𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨’𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

Kuroo and Bokuto came back to the spot y/n was, but they were no where to be seen?

“They left already?!!” Bokuto complained, Kuroo smacked his head because of how loud he was.

“Awe man, I wanted to see how things were going for them.” Kuroo sighed. It’s not like he didn’t had feelings for y/n, he will always have a special place for her in his heart. He just see’s her as a younger sister.

“Let’s go look for them!! It be like our own mini adventure!!” Bokuto said while patting Kuroo on the back.

“okay let’s go then!” Kuroo replied.

Kuroo and Bokuto looked around the house but their no where to be found. They looked in the back yard, front yard, closets, bathrooms, nothing. They looked everywhere for them and accidentally interrupted some people’s moments…

“Forget it, let’s just continue the party!! We can just them if they wanna go to lunch next time !!” Bokuto said

“Wait there’s one more place we haven’t checked!” Kuroo replied.

They both ran to the empty parking lot near the house, they’ve party there too many times so they know all the good spots to do the deed and stuff ;) .

They found a car in the empty parking lot, but it was moving A LOT. “Rin..your cock is so big!!” Y/n screamed. Kuroo and Bokuto looked at each other with traumatized looks.

“Suna must be that good huh?” Bokuto questioned

“looks like it” Kuroo chuckled.

“Hey I’ll pay you $15 bucks if you tap on their car window and say something!!” Bokuto asked while jumping

“$15? That isn’t enough !! Let’s leave them alone come on!!” Kuroo said almost walking away

“$50!!” Bokuto screamed, know Bokuto was also kinda drunk while screaming this. So he’s probably gonna regret it when he’s sober.

“fine, they look done anyway the car stopped shaking.” Kuroo replied. Kuroo walks up to the car and saw them about to kiss, Kuroo taps on the window. “Did you guys have a good time?” Kuroo screamed.

I’ll leave the rest to your imagination..!!-a/n

#haikyū!! #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyu smut #suna x reader #suna x y/n #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintarō #suna smau #anime #first post #kuroo testuro #haikyuu kuroo

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Any of the peeps from twst seeing their fem!SO in a dress for the first time!?

Hello, thank you for the ask! Ooh this is kinda cute, I'll go with a few characters for this one, hope you like it!

Azul, Riddle, Leona, Sebek, Deuce seeing their fem!s/o in a dress for the first time

Azul

He was treating you out to a fancy dinner at a restaurant downtown. He wanted you to dress in something nice, but he never knew you bought a dress recently and you were eager to try it out for the occasion.

When you met up with him at Mostro Lounge so you two could head out together, he almost fell over because he didn't expect to see you in a dress let alone looking so, goddamn BEAUTIFUL!

You could see his face slightly red, him adjusting his glasses, trying his best to stay calm after he nearly fell over. "Y-you look great," he stuttered, damn he cursed at himself for sounding so shallow. He wanted to give you so many other adjectives than just "great" but how was he going to find the right words when he couldn't even catch his breath?

You took his hand in yours, he thanked himself for having gloves on (otherwise his hands would've been too sweaty haha) and the two of you were off to have some good food. He tried his best to seem cool but you knew he was flustered. He was a bit possessive during the walk too haha, often holding or leaning closer to you when he thought someone was staring at you for too long

The dinner was nice, but in his opinion he really liked it because he was with you. He might ask you to wear a dress more often, saying that you look really nice in them. Yeah, he really couldn't take his eyes off of you throughout the entire night (almost dropping some of his food onto his clothes on multiple occasions too haha)

Riddle

You finally got to go to a tea party with him! He said there was no real dress code but you just had to wear something nice. He would've asked you to wear a dress because why not but he knew it was your own decision and left it to you.

Except you did come in a dress and caused him to turn beet red. He was about to just not go to the tea party because he was so red in the face but Trey laughed it off and said that you would be happy to see him this flustered

He tries his best to be composed, not look too awkward in front of you, but all he manages to say is "you look...really pretty," and awkwardly stretch out his hand so you can take it. You two walk over to a table and the tea party gets started

He doesn't talk a lot during the party, but he does have a lot of moments where he just stares at you. Cater has to snap him out of it when you've asked him a question but he just s t a r e s haha. Overall just know that he really likes you in a dress, he just has a hard time expressing it. Cater will take lots of photos of you two together

After the party is over, he'll walk you to Ramshackle mainly because he wants to continue talking but he also wants to see you in the dress for a bit longer. You might've offered to help clean up for the party as well, to which of course he will be very grateful for but won't let you do the work ("I can take care of it" he'll say)

He might ask you to wear a dress more often, perhaps he'll invite you to a fancy event again just so there is an excuse for you to wear one!

Leona

You were visiting his family. OMG the ROYAL FAMILY?! Leona said to wear whatever, saying he didn't care and his brother shouldn't either. But you were going to go in a nice dress and absolutely slay in the ballroom haha

The two of you explored Sunset Savannah together during the first day and you got to meet his family as well. It was during the second night when the party would be held (it was for an accomplishment of Farena's) and you were going as Leona's partner.

He saw you enter the ballroom and almost dropped his drink because he didn't expect to see you in a dress. He didn't think he would be at a loss of words when he saw you, nor did he think he could ever be flustered around you. "What do you think?" you smiled at him, giving a little twirl. "Er...yeah you look fine," he waved off. Shoot that wasn't what he meant to say, but he really didn't think he could find the words to describe how you looked. You could tell he was getting flustered

The two of you danced to a few songs too, but during those dances he found himself having a hard time looking at you in the eyes. He was shy, like this was the first time he met you. Of course he loved the way you looked, he was just overwhelmed by this feeling. He did smile at you softly a few times during the night, something really rare

After the party, the two of you took a walk outside. "You...you really are beautiful," he said while you two sat and gazed at the stars. "Ah, so you were just flustered!" you teased, poking him in the cheek. He sighed, pretending to be annoyed but wrapping an arm around you. Yeah, he was totally flustered

Sebek

There was a dance held in Malleus's home and you were invited because he really thought of you as an amazing friend. He also knew that Sebek and you were a thing now, so why not let you two have a dance together?

Sebek and you practiced a waltz together with Lilia's help. It was really fun, though the two of you probably would've liked doing freestyle dances more (he was too rigid for a waltz haha). Sebek was really nervous for the whole event, but he wanted to see you in a dress so he didn't object to going

On the evening on the dance, he wore a more traditional fae outfit, fitting for the occasion as well. But when you entered the ballroom you could've sworn all eyes turned to you. Sure, you were one of the only humans there, but Sebek knew it was also because you were the most beautiful person there.

He was at a loss of words. You were absolutely breathtaking. "Y/n!" he beamed, quickly walking up to you and giving you his arm so you could take it. Yeah, he was really happy to see you, he was also blushing a lot haha. "You look amazing," he tried to sound calm but with the way his voice shook you could tell he was nervous.

The dance itself was fun, though you two struggled with the waltz again haha. He introduced you to a lot of people, just telling everyone how amazing you are. "You should wear that dress more, it's really pretty on you," he smiled, awkwardly looking away for a moment while a blush bloomed on his face. You smiled and agreed, giving him a little kiss on his cheek (he almost fainted there too haha)

Deuce

You were going to a tea party at Heartslabyul because Deuce invited you and because you were curious what they were like after Riddle's overblot issue. He was really nervous that you wouldn't like it, but he didn't expect you to wear a dress to the event

When you appeared at the rose garden, everyone turned to look at you. "Yo Deuce, your girlfriend's here!" Ace shouted and Deuce came running into the garden with a few plates in his hands. He nearly broke them had it not been for Trey who caught them right before they fell haha

"Y-y/n, wow, um, you look amazing!" he stuttered, awkwardly trying thanking Trey for the plates and setting them on a nearby table. "Wow, um, yeah let's go find a seat," he smiled. He was really flustered

Ace teased Deuce for acting so awkwardly around you during the tea party. Deuce spilled tea on himself because he was too busy looking at you, he answered "yes" to a "should I get the cake or the tart" and forgot to respond to Riddle when he was asked a question. Overall, Deuce's attention was 150% on you for the entire day haha

After the tea party was over, Deuce said that he was going to walk with you to Ramshackle, telling Ace he would be back to help clean up soon. "Yeah be back soon lovebird!" Ace said as Deuce took your hand and the two of you headed back to your place. Deuce didn't say much about wanting you to wear the dress again, but he would love to see you in it one more time. He'll definitely be replaying scenes at the party in his head for a good month haha

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst headcanons #twst imagines #twst scenarios #fem!reader #anon ask #twst riddle #twst riddle x reader #twst leona #twst leona x reader #twst azul #twst azul x reader #twst sebek #twst sebek x reader #twst deuce #twst deuce x reader

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Skin Deep - Part 7

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!reader x Jake Kiszka

Word Count: 14.6k

A/N: I’m so happy to be able to get this posted for you guys. You have been so supportive and patient with me the past few weeks and I appreciate that more than you know. (Also I want to say this isn’t perfectly edited. I’m beyond ready to get this out and posted. So I apologize in advance.)

As always, I appreciate all the love, support, and feedback y’all give me ❤️

Special shoutout to my lovely girls Nessa and Hannah for carrying my ass through this chapter. I wouldn’t have been able to get it done without them.

Warnings: cursing, angst, jealousy, smoking/drug use (marijuana), sexually explicit content - 18+/MINORS DNI!!! (Unprotected penetrative sex, oral f!recieving, fingering, hair pulling, biting, restraints, dirty talk, praise kink, degradation kink, orgasm denial/edging, dom/sub stuff, spit kink, y’all know me by now)

Part 6, Masterpost

“I had a feeling you were going to be a good listener.”

He has the sharp bridge of his nose pressed into the side of your cheek, while every strained exhale of his clings to your face. The only sound filling the cramped office is your shared heavy breathing. A layer of sweat coats nearly every inch of your skin, and your stiff, aching muscles tremble around his waist as he stands between your legs. 

After what feels like an eternity, Jake finally peels away from you and stuffs himself back into his pants. Just as he’s about to pull up the zipper, the metallic sound of a key being inserted into the lock on the door disrupts the otherwise silent moment. It clicks over and before you have a chance to react, the office door swings open suddenly. 

A tsunami-sized wave of panic surges through you in a second, making it feel as though your heart jumped into your throat. You haven’t had time to dress yourself, so you’re left exposed to whoever is walking through that door. All you can do is snap your bare legs together as you sit naked on the desk.

Thankfully, it’s Josh. He whips the door open so fast it nearly crashes into the wall behind it as he steps through the threshold. He’s pissed. That much you do know. 

“What the fuck?!” He scolds the two of you in a harsh whisper that’s borderline louder than his normal speaking voice, all while throwing his open hands up in the air. To your benefit, his attention is centered on Jake and not you. He waits for his twin to respond, and when he doesn’t, he continues but at a much louder volume than before, “What the fuck were you thinking, Jake?! We’re open!” 

You shift your eyes over to Jake, watching how he finger-combs his damp hair back and tucks it behind his ears. His indifference only fuels Josh’s anger that much more. Josh throws his hands up, completely exasperated by the scene before him. “We have a fucking business to run and you’re in here getting your fucking dick wet.”

His words break the dam, allowing the embarrassment of what just happened to flood your conscience. You’ve become aware of your surroundings within seconds — the cheap laminate of the desk sticking to your bare skin, the sounds of the busy shop echoing through the hallway, to Jake slowly moving in front of you.

Jake just scoffs under his breath, the following words acting as a warning, “Like that’s stopped you before.”

Josh shuffles back as his face contorts into a look of confusion like his brother had just spoken to him in a foreign language. He throws his hands down on the tops of his legs, causing a smacking sound to crack through the air. “There are customers out there!”

Josh’s sudden raise in his voice startles you, causing Jake to take another step in front of you. “Maybe close the fucking door, dickhead.”

 The calmness in Jake’s voice with the subtle move ignites Josh’s anger, but he chooses to bite back his words. His eyes are narrow as he watches Jake dip down and pluck your clothes off the ground. 

He holds out your crumpled clothing while offering you a fleeting look of apology before throwing the verbal jab at his brother. “And that little stunt you pulled with the blonde upstairs?”

The harsh line between Josh’s brows reappears as he racks his brain for answers. “What the fuck are you talking about? What stunt?”

Jake huffs out a dry, lifeless laugh before spitting out the snide remark, “Did you get an actual payment this time? Or was one of your little arrangements made?”

You can’t be sure whether it’s true or not. And to be honest, you’d rather not know if it was, but his emphasis on the word makes you instantly feel uneasy.  You can’t begin to understand the intricacies of their relationship as twin brothers, and you don’t doubt that it’s filled with unconditional love, but with that being said, you had also just witnessed that with that love, Jake knows where to cut Josh the deepest. 

Josh instantly recoils from the blow and spits through his teeth, “You’re a fucking prick, you know that?”

Jake simply ignores his brother’s glaring eyes, but you can see the anger in his stiff movements as he turns back to face you. At this very moment, you’ve never felt more uncomfortable in your life. The tension weighing between the three of you is nothing like you’ve ever experienced. You strongly consider bolting out the door, but Josh is standing between you and the exit. 

You wait in silence thinking that this would be enough of a cue for Josh to leave after he’s made his point, but he doesn’t. You sit until it becomes unbearable, and start to slide off the desk while trying to preserve the sliver of modesty you probably no longer have. You slip your foot through the pant leg of your jeans and just when you think they are done going at each other’s throats, Josh cuts in, “I can’t believe you fucking took her out on the bike.”

Jake pushes out a pitched laugh before taking a deep inhale, “Well I wasn’t gonna leave her to get ignored while I went to lunch. Figured one of us should take care of her since the other was too busy eye-fucking a client to even notice that she walked in.”

Jake’s calmness with each venomous strike makes you shrink in on yourself. You hate knowing that you’ve created this much of a mess between them, but you feel like there’s no remedy imaginable for the damage — at least at the moment. 

“Is that what this is really about?” Josh’s voice cracks near the end. He then looks at you, expecting an answer. 

“I’m gonna leave it up to you to figure it out since you’ve been completely fucking clueless thus far.” Jake pulls his phone from his back pocket to check the time. You watch his expression fall before he faces you. “I have a client coming in a few minutes. Are you alright to get yourself home?”

“Yeah,” you mutter under your breath as if every molecule of confidence evaporated from your body. Jake’s pained smile offers little comfort, but he leans in to place a chaste kiss on the corner of your mouth.

Josh opens the door and leans his back against it. The defined muscles of his jaw wind even tighter while his arms crossed over his chest. “Oh, so you’re gonna leave just like that?”

Jake snaps back, “We have a business to run, remember?”

Josh shakes his head, looking like he’s ready to throw a fist in his brother’s direction. “Seriously…what the fuck is going on with you?”

Jake walks the few steps until he’s face-to-face with Josh — so close that their noses are touching. If there’s one thing you could give Jake credit for, it’s that he knows how to be intimidating. “Looks like you’re gonna have to work a little harder if you want to keep her, Josh.” 

Josh scowls with untamed anger but remains silent otherwise. Jake huffs in disgust and turns to leave, making sure to clip his twin’s shoulder on his way out. 

With Jake gone, there’s no buffer between you and Josh — no one to step in to speak on your behalf. It feels like hours, but in reality, it’s seconds of deafening silence falling over you until he finally breaks it. He clears his throat first, keeping his voice low and cautious, “You have to know that there was nothing happening there, you’ve got to know that I wasn’t going to…”

“I must know that you weren’t going to what, Josh?” Your voice is clipped — harsh. It matches the icy glare you’re giving him. You collect your things and follow the same path as Jake, stepping inches in front of him. There’s no hiding your anger with the following words leaving you in the form of a snarl, “Fuck her?! How would I know that you weren’t going to?”

You almost want him to argue, whether to prove you wrong or to defend himself with the same aggression that he had with Jake. It might have been that he expects it from his brother —  prepared for it in a way that he’s not with you. Hurt glazes his eyes as he searches yours for an explanation. “Cause she’s just a client.”

Your shoulders fall. You want to believe him until reality seeps into your conscience. “Can’t say you haven’t fucked a client before, Josh. Why would she be any different?”

It’s your final punch, the last word. Admittedly, it was a low blow, and within minutes you know you’ll regret letting it leave your mouth. You can’t bear to witness it, so you take your step toward the door. He reaches out for your arm, calling you by name to stop you from walking out. You rip it from his grasp, making him flinch back. 

 “Bye, Josh.”

Opening the coffee shop has always been a struggle, and this morning proved to be no different. 

Things have been weighing heavily on your mind. Your thoughts have gone from feeling like you completely overreacted, to thinking Josh was in the wrong, to everything in between. You still haven’t brought yourself to answer the few text messages he had sent since that afternoon. 

Thankfully, management schedules two openers for the cafe to balance the workload. You reach for the handle of the back door, realizing that it has already been unlocked by your coworker, Katie. You walk in and find that she has already started tackling the checklist of duties based on the smell of drip-brewed coffee filling the small cafe.   

The next few hours of your morning shift progress as normal with the steady flow of regulars keeping you busy and your mind off the thoughts that have been nagging you for a few days. 

Katie calls out your name, breaking your concentration from the caramel latte you’re making. You turn your head toward the direction of her voice, and once she knows that she has your full attention, she points over to one of the front tables and says, “There’s a delivery for you.”

You give her a look of confusion, making her point her finger with added emphasis to redirect your eyes. The large espresso machines block your view so you step around the counter to see a large floral arrangement sitting on one of the high-top tables by the front window.

The bouquet is placed in a glass vase with a sheer ribbon wrapped around the base, giving away that it’s high-quality — and probably cost a pretty penny. As you approach the table, you’re able to get a better look at the flowers themselves. What pulls your eyes first are the large, white hydrangeas. You spin the heavy vase on the table to admire the assortment of peonies that are starting to open, ranging in colors from creamy white to soft, blushed pink. Between the peonies are smaller peach-colored carnations, gardenias, and pink roses. Even Lily of the Valley sticks out from the other blooms, each stem showcasing the tiny, bell-shaped flowers. The last things you note are the green leaves from the flowers with eucalyptus springs balancing everything out perfectly. You run your fingertips gently over the velvety, delicate petals, taking in all the intricate details you can. 

You notice the folded card nestled amongst the flowers and pluck it from its holder. The front is embossed in gold detailing with your inked name on the front. You open it to read the note written inside. 

You imagine him saying each word, and blush from seeing his handwriting for the first time. Your thumbs trace each line and indentation made into the thick cardstock from where he must’ve pressed too hard with the pen. A pang of guilt hits your heart knowing that he’s stressed over you like this. You can sense it in the note —  in the gesture of sending you ridiculously expensive flowers. 

“Secret admirer?” Katie asks over your shoulder, making you jump out of your skin.

You instinctively close the card and tuck it into your palm. “Huh?”

You hope that she doesn’t mention how on edge you seem to be. She walks around you and goes on to inspect the bouquet for herself, but based on her facial expressions, she seems impressed. “The flowers. Who are they from?”

“Uh…” You swallow thickly as you decide on whether or not to tell her the truth. “Josh.”

“Josh?” You watch as the gears turn in her head working to place the name to a face. Her eyes light up once it clicks, and she gasps,  “Tattoo shop Josh?!” While you bite your lip as the once bubbly blush turns feverishly hot in your cheeks, she looks around the cafe to check whether any customers are within earshot. “‘Super hot, looking like a fucking snack every time he comes in here’ Josh?!”

You laugh nervously, “Yeah…”

Her eyes widen just as her hand flies over her mouth. “Oh my god! You have to tell me everything.”

You panic at the thought, not knowing what you can share about what has happened between Josh and you. But before she can ask any more questions to pry you for details, a group of people walk into the cafe, cutting your conversation short. 

She groans silently and starts to walk away, but not without turning to give you a stern look with a finger pointed at you. “Hold that thought. You better fill me in.”

You chuckle at her hunger for new gossip as you pick up the bouquet and move it back behind the counter to get it out of the way as much as possible. Thankfully, the wave of new orders distracts you enough, but every time you catch the sight of the flowers, those conflicting feelings show face. 

When it’s finally early afternoon and business has started to slow considerably, you occupy yourself with restocking and cleaning. You hear the door chime, but with Katie working the register, you don’t bother looking to see who walks in. Instead, you continue working by wiping down a shelf of sticky syrups. 

“Hello!” Katie greets a customer in her usual upbeat customer service voice. “What can I get started for you today?”

There’s a short moment of silence aside from footsteps approaching the counter. “Let’s see…” 

It’s a male voice. Raspy, yet soft. You’ve come to know that voice very well. The sound of it makes you whip your head over to your coworker, but you can’t see the man she’s talking to. He lets out a heavy sigh before humming to himself in thought. “Everything looks so good here.” You hear the clicking of his tongue as if he’s looking over the menu. “What would you recommend, Katie?”

Katie giggles — maybe a little too loudly for your liking. Standing perfectly still to stay out of his line of sight, you watch as she becomes increasingly more flustered with each passing second. “Um…what do you normally drink?”

“How’s the cold brew here?”

“R-really g-good.” She stumbles over herself which makes you smile. So it’s not just you. She pauses to collect herself by letting out a deep sigh before describing the drink, “It’s nitro-brewed and very smooth. It’s one of the most popular drinks actually.” 

“That sounds perfect.” His voice is sweet with a touch of flirtiness, and you swear you can hear the smile in it. “I’ll take the largest size, please.” 

She goes on to place his order and cash him out before grabbing one of the plastic cups from the stack by the register. Even though you’re sure she knows the answer, she acts out of habit by asking, “Name?”

You, however, already know before he says it. 

“Jake.”

“That will be ready in just a minute. You can pick it up right at the end of the counter over there.”

She writes the order along with his name in a black Sharpie on the bottom line of the cup and walks it over to you. By the expression on her face, you can tell she’s screaming internally while fighting to stay as professional as possible. She gestures over to him with an animated look in her eyes when you take the plastic cup. 

She mimes fanning herself as if she’s swooning in his mere presence before returning to her position at the cash register. 

“Hello, dove.”

You flinch from the proximity, realizing that there is no hiding from him now that he’s seen you.  

You pivot slowly on your heels until you’re fully facing him. “Hello, Jake.”

Katie wasn’t overreacting. Your breath catches in your throat now that you’re able to look at him and not just imagine him in your mind. He’s dressed well, but in an outfit that appears to venture from his typical style. He’s wearing high-waisted, gray-pinstriped linen pants. Loosely tucked into the pants is a t-shirt with the shop’s logo on the left breast hidden by the dark, green bomber jacket. With his hair pulled back into a messy, low bun, the fallen pieces frame his face. He’s smiling at you, but you can’t gauge the look in his eyes due to his dark sunglasses covering them. 

You try to hide your reaction by disappearing into the cooler under the counter until you remember that the cold brew he ordered comes from the tap.

 “So this is the place, hmm?” You can tell he’s in a good mood based on the playful amusement in his voice. 

“Shut up,” you huff out as you stand to your knees, letting the smile on your mouth do the talking for you. He laughs at your expense while you read the cup and notice the lack of details about his order. “Do you want any sweetener or milk?”

He shakes his head as he leans across the counter to watch you. “I will admit that seeing you in that little apron was definitely worth breaking out of the shop to come down here.”

As if you suddenly developed a sixth sense, you feel your coworker’s gawking stare from behind. You try your best to ignore it knowing that you will receive a barrage of questions as soon as he walks out the door. “The apron really does it for you guys, huh?”

He bites at his lip instead of answering you. “I got you something.”

You reveal your curiosity through the raise in your brows as you slide his drink over to him. “You did?” 

He sets a grease-stained white paper bag on the counter and pushes it toward you. He watches as you open the bag to inspect its contents. “Of course. I rode out to the taco truck for a bite to eat and thought you might be hungry.”

As soon as you open it, you’re greeted with the delicious aromas of authentic tacos that make your mouth water. “Thank you.”

Katie suddenly chimes into your conversation as she walks behind you, “Well, you’re getting spoiled today. Had flowers delivered and now lunch?”

You shoot her a warning glare over your shoulder, but Jake’s ears have already perked up with the slip of information. “Flower delivery?”

Since you don’t have an acceptable reason to lie, you answer honestly, “Yeah. Josh had them delivered.”

He hums to himself. Although, it appears that he’s more curious than upset, and looks around until he spots them set aside on the floor behind you. “Those are nice.”

This is uncharted territory. You weren’t given the manual of what the right move is in a situation such as this. You can’t even decipher his tone or the words he’s chosen. You can only look away and hum awkwardly in hopes that this doesn’t become a bigger issue. “Mmhmm.”

Jake clears his throat, hoping it does the same for the developing tension hanging between you. He looks down at the cup sitting on the counter, spinning it around in his hands before flicking his eyes back up to yours. “He’s been asking about you, ya know?”

You’re not surprised, but hearing Jake admit it invokes a certain feeling for you. “He has?”

“Are you gonna talk to him?” He can see the rigidity in your movements — or lack thereof. You’re too overwhelmed with Josh’s gesture and Jake’s unexpected visit to know what to say. Your weak excuse of focus falls to your hands while you work to keep them busy with a task.  

While you think of something to say, he lifts his sunglasses away from his eyes and slides them up onto the top of his head and into his hair. There’s something new and it doesn’t take long for your eyes to find it. The silver barbell through the arch of his left brow steals every bit of your attention. “Is that a new piercing?”

His lips curl up at the corners, flashing you that enchanting smile of his as he leans his elbows across the counter. “It is. What do you think?”

You stand back slightly to take it all in. “I’ll be honest, I didn’t take you for a face-piercing guy.”

He shrugs his shoulders.“I was needing a change.” He can tell you don’t buy the answer based on the expression you’re giving him. He hides behind the coffee cup while he takes a sip and adds, “Maybe his impulsiveness is starting to rub off on me.”

“That scares me,” you giggle, giving in to the temptation to reach forward and brush the fallen hair from his face. You tuck it behind his ear, feeling the metal jewelry pierced in it. “I think it suits you.”

It’s only when you look into his eyes that you realize how intimate the moment was. You blush and snap your hand back to your side. He stares at you, studying the details of your face with the purest look of admiration on his. “As much as I want to keep looking at you, I gotta get going, dove. I have an appointment in half an hour.”

“Okay. I’ll see you around.” You try to keep your tone casual, but you know the frown on your face slipped through.

He grasps your wrist just when you start to walk away. “Wait a second. You forgot something.”

“What?”

“C’mere.” He reels you in with that addicting charm so effortlestly that you don’t even realize that he’s pulling you in close by the arm. His lips lock with yours, but only for a second before his tongue slips into your mouth. The warm rush of cinnamon and tobacco coats your senses so much that you forget where you are until your coworker clears her throat from behind you. 

He nips at your bottom lip and reluctantly releases you. “Don’t get in too much trouble, dove.”

He straightens to a standing position, takes out a large bill from his wallet, and places it in the tip jar before heading toward the exit. He shoots a playful wink to Katie before blowing a teasing kiss to you. Just like that, he’s out the door.

In an act so dominant, yet romantic, your head is left spinning with more questions than answers. 

You’re bored. You know it. It’s your day off and you spent your morning and most of the afternoon catching up on chores around the house. It’s a weekday so your friends are occupied and even Jake and Josh are working in the shop. 

You’re not even mad about what happened between the three of you. The obnoxiously large bouquet Josh had delivered to you is currently sitting on your kitchen table. 

You should’ve texted him by now, and to be honest, you’re not sure why you haven’t yet. His last text has gone unanswered for a few days. Maybe you’re afraid of what happens next if you were to respond. And while Josh hangs around in the periphery, Jake remains your main focus. You can’t stop thinking about him. 

The new lingerie set you bought sits on the foot of your bed, waiting for you to try it on for the tenth time since it came home with you. It’s calling to you, beckoning you to put it on one more time. 

It’s a bit more daring than the other one you own. It’s a vibrant, eye-catching red. The cups of the bra have intricate, heart-shaped cut-outs in the fabric, revealing more of your skin. The front of the panties has the same detailing — a heart cut out right in the center of the fabric. 

It accentuates your body, lifting your breasts to show off the soft contours of your cleavage. Having it on gives you that boost of confidence, and you can’t help but turn and twirl in front of the mirror. 

You feel sexy. 

You want him to see you. 

Jake has sent you a few flirty messages since the afternoon he stopped by at the coffee shop, but nothing consistent. The answer itself is quite obvious, but you wonder if sending him pictures would be the best decision. Your nervousness feels silly given how you’ve crossed more extreme boundaries than that, but the hesitation remains. 

You decide to gamble on it by picking up your phone and opening the camera app. The afternoon sun is starting to fall lower in the sky, casting your bedroom in a warm glow. You use it to your advantage and begin taking pictures, playing with the most flattering angles and positions, and even the self-timer until you find ones you’re completely happy with.

One that you settle on is the one where you’re on your hands and knees with your back arched, staring directly into the lens. It’s the right amount of coy, flirty, and teasing. The other picture you decide on is where you’re on your upright on your knees with your arms crossed behind your back, giving him the full view of the set. 

You send them without giving yourself the chance to overthink and back out, adding the message:

Missing you ;)

You watch as the pictures and message change to “delivered”, and then eventually to “read” after a few minutes. You chew at your lip as you anxiously wait for his reply. It feels like an eternity seeing the message bubbles dance across your screen, and then disappear until his response finally comes through.

What the fuck is that?

Your heart instantly drops so fast you feel sick to your stomach. You read his message over and over, trying to figure out what he means until it smacks you right in the face. The tattoo. You had been so distracted, too swept up in the moment and emotions to even think about mentioning it or showing it to him. Thinking back on it, the picture you had sent to him during your phone call didn’t reveal it — as it had been hidden under the material of your bra— and your shirt had been on the entire time while you were in the office. 

I hope for your sake those aren’t the only pictures.

Scratch that. Meet me at the house in an hour wearing ONLY that.

You better hurry, dove. 

He’s taken you off guard. This is not how you anticipated this conversation would go, so here you sit as your brain scrambles for a decent, believable reply. 

Okay

Another text comes through before you can type anything else.

The spare key is under the mat. I want you on my bed ready for me when I get home. 

You sit on the edge of your bed in silence, reading over his texts and maybe a part of you is waiting for another message. After collecting yourself, you accept that there isn’t going to be one. The clock is ticking, and you have less than an hour to get to their house. Within fifteen minutes, you throw on a dress over the lingerie set, pack a quick overnight bag, and feed your cat before finally heading out the door. 

That jittery feeling radiating from your core is enough to make you nauseous. The short drive is almost tortuous from your mind playing out the possibilities. He’s given enough to let on that he isn’t truly upset with you, but there’s no way in hell you can shake the nervousness that you’re experiencing. 

You don’t know why it surprises you to find the spare key is hidden right where he said. It slides right into the lock, and feeling the deadbolt click over brings the trust he has in you to your attention. The house is calm and undisturbed, left exactly how you remembered from the last time you were here. 

 You quickly find your way into Jake’s bedroom and shrug off your bag onto the floor by his closet. Being here without him is surreal and even feels a bit forbidden with everything in here encapsulating his energy and personality. You scan over the items in his room now that you don’t have the distraction, and feel tempted to snoop around a little.

Walking over to his dresser, you look at the stack of hardback books, magazines, an ornate, wooden jewelry box, and even a collection of cologne bottles covering the surface. A small, black bottle piques your interest enough for you to pick it up and read the label. 

Tom Ford. 

It makes you chuckle to yourself because that’s exactly what you would expect from a guy like him — especially him. You place it back into its spot carefully to not knock any of the other bottles on his dresser. As much as you would love to keep looking around, you’re quickly running out of time. He could show up at any second, so you rush pull your dress off and toss it onto the floor, and crawl onto his bed to find the perfect spot. Your concentration is then broken by the loud rumbling of a car pulling into the driveway. 

There’s a minute of dreaded silence after the engine cuts off, but the opening and closing of the front door leaves no doubt that it’s him. You scramble to your knees at the foot of the bed and make sure to check your reflection in the mirror. 

The anticipation is eating away at you, bubbling its way from the pit of your stomach. He hasn’t said anything to greet you, so the house remains quiet aside from the clanging metal of his keys hitting the ceramic dish on their counter. He’s feeding into it by taking his time moving through the living space despite the both of you knowing about each other’s presence. When he finally makes his way to you, his slow, calculated footsteps can be heard echoing down the hallway. 

You stare at the open doorway, realizing that you’ve forgotten to close it behind you. You’re so nervous you worry you might faint given how you haven’t taken a single full breath since he’s been here. 

He finally walks into your line of sight but stops right at the threshold instead of stepping into the bedroom. Your eyes lock with his, and within a flash of a second, you instantly know that you’re in for it. 

He doesn’t rush a single thing, not the movements of his body nor the expressions on his face. He only breaks eye contact to take in the view of you perched up on his throne of a bed. He’s here to worship you, but quickly remind you that it will be on his terms. And in a gesture that seems casual, he sticks his hand in the front pocket of his jeans and leans his shoulder into the doorframe. “Look at you,” he croons to you softly, making sure to draw out the last word as long as possible.  

The blush that’s been living in your cheeks, spreads to the rest of your body, making you look like you had spent a few too many hours basking in the afternoon sun. He saunters toward you, stopping right at the foot of the bed to stand directly in front of you. He reaches his hand out to trace the delicate red lace of your bra, just barely touching the warm skin. “Doing exactly as you’re told.”

He drags those same fingertips gently up the center of your chest, making the air feel heavy in your lungs. Even with your bated breath, you stay perfectly still for him. He gifts you a necklace by slowly wrapping them around your throat, using just enough pressure to tilt your chin up as he leans in. He hums, his voice low and feline, “Dressed up like the prettiest little whore for me.” A rush of heat burns between your legs with his crass words. You hate to admit how it makes you feel, but he can see its effect on you regardless. You can swallow against his palm as he holds you, and watch as his eyes fall to your mouth while his other hand starts to play with the strap of your bra. “This all for me, dove?”

“Yes,” you whimper as you feel the warmth of his fingers tickle across your practically bare shoulder. It’s pathetic how quickly you succumb to his demands. His questions. You don’t care. You’d give him anything he wanted if it meant that he would continue to touch you like this. You’re drunk off it, causing your sense of balance to falter even though you’re planted firmly on your knees. You reach out and grab for him desperately in search of something to hold onto. 

While your fingers tightly wrap around his wrist, his hand snakes up to your chin. He holds it and guides you into a kiss, but instead of spilling his tongue into your mouth and devouring you as you anticipate, he keeps it controlled. You part your lips hungrily to taste him, making him smile against them. “All I have to do is say the word and you come running.” He draws the edge of his nose teasingly across your flushed cheek. “Here you are. Sitting on my bed, just begging helplessly for my cock.”  

The heat of his breath makes every inch of your skin tingle and your arousal build between your thighs. You breathe in his rich scent as you pull him close to you and claw at the t-shirt covering his back. He brings his lips to the shell of your ear and rasps ever so deliciously, “Sounds to me like you’re addicted, dove.”

A low, almost-embarrassing groan pushes past your lips before you can stifle it. You’re growing more impatient by the second, the need to have him consuming you. You search blindly for his lips, brushing your own across his smooth jawline until you find them. As they connect, his hand dives into the tresses of your hair while his tongue slips past your bottom lip. 

He gives in the second he tastes you, pushing you back with deliberate guidance. He falls carefully with you, crawling over your body as you lay across the bed until he’s slotted comfortably between your legs. He’s becoming familiar to you, the sweetness of his mouth, the softness of his skin, the way his tongue explores you. 

Cinnamon and smoke. They bless your tastebuds with each swirling caress of his tongue. He kisses you earnestly with no other motive than to taste and have you to himself at this very moment. No jealousy, no ill-intent — just savoring every single second of you beneath him. You pull him into you and hitch your leg over his waist. The rough material of his jeans brushes against your bare skin, heightening your sense of vulnerability. 

You moan into his mouth, causing him to rock his hips against your core. The feeling of his hard cock straining against the denim, something you’ve been craving since that day in the office, rubbing between your legs drives you to the brink of insanity. 

He nips at your bottom lip, hard enough to leave a sharp sting in the swollen flesh. He pulls away and you already miss the feeling of kissing him, but before you can complain, he props himself on his elbow to create space between you. Maybe it’s to tease you, but you believe it’s for him to catch his breath given how heavily he’s panting. His gaze drifts from your lips and down to your newest tattoo between your breasts. “So when were you planning on telling me about this, dove?”

There’s a hint of a smile playing on his lips, making it hard for you to gauge where his head is really at with it. His texts to you said one thing, but the way he’s looking at you now paints an entirely different picture. “Are you mad that I got it?” 

Now, you know deep down that regardless of his opinion on the matter, it’s your body and your decision. However, you would be lying if you said you aren’t curious about what he thinks about it. 

That hint of a smile grows into a smirk as he caresses the inked skin and adjusts the bra enough to peek around the fabric. He lets out a deep sigh while his fingers continue to create pathways across the planes of your body. “While I can’t say I love the fact you hid it from me…” He trails off as if distracted by the sight before him. “I will admit that it looks incredible on you.”

The compliment mixed with the feeling of guilt threatens to pull you back into your thoughts. You can see he’s inspecting Josh’s work carefully, but whether he doubts his brother’s skill is entirely unknown to you. He traces over the line work with the faintest touch and you wonder if he can feel your heart pounding beneath the surface of your skin. You know the answer to the question based on the subtle expressions on his face, but that doesn’t stop you from asking, “You like it, huh?”

His eyes flick back up to meet yours. The growing desire blooms within the darkening pupils — reminding you that you’re playing recklessly with an open flame. “You better be careful. I hate seeing my work go unfinished.”

A giggle bubbles in your chest despite the seriousness in his husky voice. “Is that a threat?”

The sound of your laughter breaks him enough to smile wide and chuckle. It settles into a hushed silence, and you witness his expression shift as he stares into your eyes. “You’re fucking exquisite. You know that?” 

It’s fleeting, but you swear he’s looking at you with more than lust in his thoughts. It scares you — well, terrifies you. You can only stare back with your mouth hanging open in disbelief.

 “I’m serious, dove. You are the art.”

You’re not sure if he’s expecting an answer, but you take the moment to appreciate his beauty. The flawless skin that’s starting to tan with the change in season. His perfectly pouted lips are a sinful shade of cherry from kissing you. You even notice the slightest bit of stubble starting to grow above them. He opens his mouth, stalling on the breath before whispering out the words, “You take my breath away often.”

You’re not falling for him. Right?

You would convince yourself later that it’s your horniness that makes you desperate to break this tension and not your fear of intimacy. He’s showing you behind the veil again and it overloads your brain too much to even begin to process it. You act on an impulse and reach down between your bodies, taunting him as you do so in the sultriest voice you can conjure up, “You’re not getting soft on me, are you, Jake?”

You grab a handful of his cock through his jeans, squeezing him roughly to emphasize your point. It’s past the point of daring, but the reward of seeing his eyes roll back behind sleepy lids and hearing that primal groan erupt from his throat makes the consequences worth it. 

Before you can blink or mutter a single sound, he snatches your throat in his hand. You mewl from the sudden pressure and the sting of his fingers. He hovers just barely an inch from your lips, causing the warmth of his breath to fan across them. “I thought I told you to be careful, dove.” Satisfied that you understand that he’s the one in control, he releases his grip around your neck and snakes it down your chest. He cocks the pierced brow and says matter-of-factly, “Because I should really throw you over my knee for this.”

Embarrassingly, your thighs clench at the thought. He notices how restless you are and that stupid fucking smirk forms on his face. “Is that what you want, baby?” When you don’t answer right away, he pinches your covered nipple between his fingers. Hard. Enough for you to cry out from both the pain and the desperation for more. 

“Jake!” 

He chuckles, but the sound is muffled into your skin as he makes his way down to your breasts. The heat of his mouth can be felt through the lace of your bra with every pass of his lips over your nipple. It hardens beneath the fabric almost instantly. He surprises you by sinking his teeth around it to deliver a sharp bite, causing another cry to break through your chest. “Ow, you fuck!”

You also react by pulling at his hair, which causes a low growl to rumble in the depths of his throat. His tongue rushes to soothe the shock, lapping over the throbbing bud with languid strokes. The wet, warmth soaking into the material is intoxicating, causing your arousal to pool between your legs. “Fuck that feels good,” you mumble, and arch your back to drive it farther into his mouth. 

While his mouth is busy abusing your tits with a delightful combination of pleasure and pain, his fingers travel lower and lower until they find the lace edge of your panties. He tugs at the waistband, brushing his knuckles across your supple skin between your hips until he lets go, making it snap against you. You can only huff in frustration,  “You’re a fucking tease.”

“Yeah?” He lifts his head and finally responds. You hum your answer, but you’re too distracted with what he’s doing to elaborate. His hand dips between your thighs, and he explores your covered core with the faintest touch of his fingertips. You want nothing more than for him to rip these expensive ass panties down your legs and fuck you so hard you forget your name. He knows it too. You’re bucking into his hand as if your life depends on it, but he's already decided that he won’t give you the satisfaction of it. He slips his middle finger under the fabric, and groans as he coats himself in your slick, “And you’re fucking soaked, baby girl.”

“That beautiful clit,” he sighs as he circles over it. “I bet I can make you cum without even touching her.”

You’re trembling beneath him, feeling as though you might spontaneously combust right here. You’ve grabbed a hold of anything to keep yourself grounded, his arms, his hair, the silken sheets that probably cost more than half of one of your paychecks. You just know deep down that the more you beg for release, the longer he’ll tease you for it. 

The universe is playing the cruelest joke on you. He retreats his hand, and when your eyes snap open, he says, “Let’s smoke.”

He’s already hovering above you, balancing on both hands and showcasing that perfectly white smile. You shuffle up onto the pillows and scoff, “Are you fucking serious?”

He kisses you on the lips to placate your frustration and sits up to start sliding off the bed, “I would never joke about such a thing.”

You stare at him in utter disbelief, watching as he settles into the chair at his desk and pulls out a wooden rolling tray. You can’t believe he stopped and is now deciding to roll a fucking blunt. You were probably seconds away from coming on his hand and he’s spinning his grinder as if nothing happened. Throwing your head into the pillow, you grumble, “You’re such an asshole.”

He barks a laugh and leans into the back of his chair. “Go ahead. Touch yourself.”

“Huh?”

“Play with your pretty pussy for me, dove.” The look he’s giving you paired with the tone tells you he’s completely serious. His eyes shift back down to his rolling tray, and he continues his task. “Then maybe I’ll think about rewarding you.”

You suddenly feel shy. Doing this on the phone felt entirely different than it does in person — laying in full view of him. There’s nothing to hide behind now, but you can’t say that you want to. You keep your eyes focused on him and slide your hand down the front of your body to where he was moments ago. Mimicking him, you feel the damp fabric between your thighs. 

Your legs fall open, but you hold off on removing your panties. He won’t admit it, but he’s having a difficult time staying focused. He pauses, his gaze lingering on you as you stroke your fingers over yourself. 

The front door to the house opens and slams shut. 

Josh is home. He wastes no time storming into the hallway toward the bedrooms. 

 “Goddamnit, Jake! You can’t just fucking leave the shop whenever you fucking please. Do us all a favor and at least answer your fucking phone. Sam and I just spent the last twenty minutes rescheduling your fucking appointments for the day, you fuckhea—“ Josh’s voice booms through the hall. He stumbles into Jake’s bedroom and it’s like someone pulled the plug on his brain the second he lays eyes on you.

You haven’t moved an inch since the door swung open. Your fingers stay frozen between your parted thighs while Jake continues to prep the wrap for rolling. It feels as though all the air has been sucked out of the room at once. You glance over at him, but his facial expression is hard to decipher. It’s somewhere between annoyed and amused at Josh’s flustered state. 

You had somehow pushed how attractive Josh is out of your mind this past week. His hair is the same as the last time you saw him, but stubble is starting to come in on his once clean-shaven face. He’s cropped a vintage David Bowie tee just at his navel, revealing the gold bar recently pierced in it. Your eyes fall even lower, taking note of the distinct contour of his bare hips - the fucking v-line that’s interrupted by the Calvin Klein band of his boxers. It’s a statement of its own, sticking out above his light-wash Levi’s in plain view. He looks so good you could cry. 

He doesn’t know what to do and you can tell he’s got so much to say or wants to say, but he can’t find the right words. 

After he’s accepted that you’re laying on Jake’s bed and not a figment of his imagination, he straightens, staring at you in complete awe. “Hey, baby.”

“Can I help you?” Jake interrupts. “We’re kind of in the middle of something.” 

Josh’s head whips around so fast in Jake’s direction you worry he might have pulled a muscle. His tight jaw muscles clench as a deep breath pushes from his flared nostrils. You hate how seeing him angry turns you on. “And so am I. I’m trying to fix things here.”

Jake scoffs but doesn’t lower the blunt he’s working on rolling. “You’re gonna have to do a lot more than just standing there gawking at her.” It’s like you’re not even in the room. “Now if you’ll excuse us, I’m about to smoke and…” He pauses, letting the grin pull at his lips, and looks up at Josh. “Fuck her until she begs for mercy.”

The cherry on top is Jake locking eyes with you while he licks across the open edge of the blunt wrap. 

Bastard.

The look they exchange worries you like they might throw fists at any second. “Why didn’t you tell me she was here?”

Jake huffs a humorless laugh, “Why the fuck would I do that?”

As much as you enjoy watching them bicker over you, you need to change the energy in the room. Fast.  “Josh…”

You effectively pull his attention, and his body releases some tension at the sound of your voice. “Yeah?”

“Come here,” you beckon him, keeping your voice inviting and soft while maintaining a sense of authority — even if it’s false. There’s a serious conversation to be had between you, but the both of you can’t bring yourself to care. 

You resume touching yourself just as before. While his amber eyes stay fixed on yours, you spot the erection growing under the denim. Josh stumbles, rushing forward like his brain is no longer in control of the movements. “Slowly,” you demand, making him stop a few feet from the foot of the bed. “Take off your pants.”

He yanks his shirt over his head and  scrambles to pop open the button of his jeans without protest, hooking both the band of his pants and underwear with his thumbs until you tell him, “Just your pants.” He doesn’t break eye contact as he kicks them down his legs and onto the floor.  

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Jake’s mouth open to say something, but before he can spit out an insult or complaint, you shoot him a warning glare. 

As Josh starts to crawl onto the bed, the floodgates open with apologies, “I’m so sorry, baby. I was being an asshole and I didn’t mean—“

“Show me.”

He blinks and looks at you with confusion distorting his boyish features. “What?”

“Show me how sorry you are,” you repeat yourself, but with much more volition backing up your seductive tone.

Something flickers within those honeyed pupils. He lowers his head down and places a careful kiss on the top of your foot as if you were a timid animal that might spook and kick him. When he realizes that you won’t, he kisses you again, but a few inches higher on your ankle. “I’ve missed you, baby.”

You’ve missed him too. 

You don’t say it though. Instead, you act on your desires and dip your fingers around the lace, collecting your arousal as you glide across your clit. He peers up through his lashes as his hands slip under the massive duvet beneath your legs, sending waves of silk across you. His lips skate up the inside of your calf as he crawls onto his stomach between your legs. A sea of goosebumps rise across the surface while a low moan passes through your lips. Every point of contact from his lips sends a shock wave of electricity through your body. 

While you touch yourself lazily, he showers your leg with sloppy kisses until he reaches your inner thigh. You touch him for the first time by combing through his fallen curls with your free hand, giving him silent approval. 

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he mumbles the confession into the flesh. You can barely contain yourself with the anticipation ravaging every square inch of your body. You clench your fingers to satisfy the need, but it does little to suppress it. He’s so close that you’re almost touching him with your hand that’s moving under the lace. The heat of his breath fanning across your skin is like the first hit of a drug to your brain. 

Maybe Jake is right. You are addicted. 

He’s being extremely cautious with you, taking note of every one of your body’s responses to his touch. But when your breath finally shudders, he presses his lips to the back of your hand, stilling it almost instantly. It’s the only thing between him and where he should be. It’s been far too long since he’s been in this position and it seems to be driving him just as crazy as it does you. 

The self-control is undeniable with how his focus is fixed solely on your fingers. It’s only when you whisper his name that he glances up through his dark lashes. 

With his eyes locked on yours, he reaches between your legs and takes hold of your wrist, turning it ever so slightly to place another kiss at your pulse point. You wonder to yourself if he feels your blood pounding within your veins. His tongue breaks its way into the kiss, earning a pleased hum from you. He pushes farther and licks down the center of your palm, following a direct path along your first two fingers. 

“The way you taste,” he groans, holding your fingertips to the edge of his mouth. His eyes flutter closed as he slides them past his open lips, only to savor the taste of you. It doesn’t take long for his impulses to catch up to him. He rolls his tongue over your fingers, sending the metal ball of his piercing across the skin. 

You nearly break at this moment.  

You pull them from his mouth and cradle his face before letting out a shaky breath. “Do you think you deserve it, baby?” You ask, the sound of your voice barely above a whisper. 

“Please,” he buries his plea into your inner thigh while he wraps his hands around your thighs. He’s struggling to keep his composure, and it does nothing but turn you on that much more. 

“Help me take these off.” 

Josh’s eyes round with excitement just as his breath catches in his throat. You don’t need to tell him twice. He’s more than eager, hooking the band of your panties and sliding them down your legs within seconds. Once they are tossed, he settles between your parted legs to appreciate your naked beauty before him. 

Jake clears his throat from across the room, ripping the seams of your attention away from Josh. You expect him to be angry with Josh’s face centimeters from your aching pussy, but he’s not. He’s gotten up from his chair and is walking over to you, taking confident strides with his ego vibrating into the wooden floors where he steps. There’s a pair of handcuffs in his hand, but these aren’t those gimmicky fuzzy cuffs that are found in every sex shop across the country. They look real. 

With the metal cuff swinging from his finger and the devilish smirk playing on his lips, he approaches you with purpose even if the thoughts are muddled behind his dark eyes. 

A wave of anxiety washes over you until you remember the safe words he taught you. Josh, however, doesn’t seem to notice Jake’s looming presence as he approaches. He’s too distracted, and drives his hips into the mattress with a pathetic whine cracking from his throat, “Can I make you feel good, baby?”  

He’s groveling. All the power is stripped from his voice, and it sounds so fucking sweet. 

You are on the brink of giving in when Jake sinks a knee into the mattress and leans down to you.  He takes your hand and places the handcuffs in your open palm. “You need to make him work for it, dove.”

Oh. 

The metal feels cold to the touch, weighing far heavier than you expected. The look smoldering in Jake’s eyes tells you everything while simultaneously giving you the nudge of confidence you might not otherwise possess. 

“Please, baby. Let me make you feel good,” Josh repeats himself with more desperation laden in the words with a squeeze around your thighs.  

Jake is the one to break eye contact first. He sits on the edge of the bed, half-turned with his back to you as he goes on to light the end of the blunt. He tosses the lighter onto the nightstand, handing off the power to leave what happens next entirely up to you. You clutch that confidence tightly and look down between your legs. You brush the curls from his forehead affectionately, and in your most saccharine-sweet voice, you murmur,  “You really wanna make me feel good, Josh?”

At first, Josh looks utterly confused but stays silent. His weary eyes dart between yours, the handcuffs in your hand, and at Jake, until it clicks. The soft smile on your lips reassures him and he nods, granting you permission to continue. 

He gives his trust, offering you his hands by resting them across the softness of your belly, and watches you lock the first handcuff around his left wrist and then the right. You’re mindful not to pinch his skin as the grooved ends click into place, making sure they stay as comfortable as possible. 

He tests the feel of them by moving his hands, only to find he’s not given much freedom with the three-link chain connecting them. Remembering the anxiety you felt with Jake, and thinking he might panic, you ask, “Color?”

Without skipping a beat, he answers, “Green.”

 Jake makes sure to add another level of reassurance by wiggling the handcuff keys — a set of two hooked on a simple ring — and sets them on the nightstand in plain sight. If you weren’t overwhelmed enough already, Jake settles onto the bed next to you and starts to kiss your neck. 

It floods your conscience with memories from the first night you had fucked them in the tattoo shop. 

You watch Josh place kisses on your pubic bone, each one deeper than the last as he makes his way down your center. The warmth of his breath blankets you, causing your legs to tremble around his face. “This is what I dream about,” he mutters.

You believe he intended to take his time and tease you, but the second he has your pussy in his mouth, his primal urges take over. He licks across your clit and groans, sending vibrations into your skin. 

“Oh my god,” you moan, snapping your legs around his face. The tongue piercing rolling across you acts like a shockwave no matter how many times you experience it. 

Jake pulls in a long, steady drag from the blunt before offering it over to you. Thankfully, you’re in a clear enough state of mind to pluck it from his fingers and bring it to your lips. While you take the tiniest hit in fear that you might lose the fight of the fiery urge to cough, he holds his in his lungs as he starts to leave a trail of sloppy kisses up the column of your neck. 

Jake yanks the sheer cups of your bra down far enough to expose your breasts to him. He brings his mouth to the left one, and flicks his pointed tongue across your nipple, making it harden within seconds. To add another layer to your torment, he blows the stream of smoke he’s been keeping in his chest across them. It tickles across your wet flesh, hanging around your body like a thick fog that clouds your mind.

Josh must’ve breathed in the pungent smoke because he suddenly breaks contact and looks up. He gestures with his eyes to Jake’s hand. To your surprise, Jake responds with a silent nod and ashes it into the glass bowl on the table before placing the burning blunt between Josh’s fingers. He struggles to shift forward without pushing down on you but can bring it to his mouth. 

He takes in a slow drag, bringing the red-hot cherry to life. He barely reacts to the harshness, but you still see his face contort from the burn prickling his throat. Jake wastes no time taking it back, ensuring that the ash doesn’t fall on your bare skin. He doesn’t mind, he’s more focused on you than the blunt taken from his fingers. With a smile that melts your heart like chocolate in the warm sun, he shoots you a playful wink. And just when you think he’d push the smoke into the air above him, he lowers his head to blow it between your legs.

You writhe against the bed from the tickling heat creeping up your body. Just like the tobacco wrap of the blunt, you wish to burn that image into your mind forever. “Trying to get my pussy high too?”

“I promised I would make you feel good, didn’t I?” He giggles, reminding you of his charm as he seals his lips around your clit. 

Your answer takes the form of a ragged breath. He’s not holding back or easing you into a gentle orgasm. The desperation hasn’t disappeared with his spoken pleas. It thrives in his tongue with every secret drawn onto your pussy. He’s a starved man, deprived of sustenance for days and you’re his first drink of water.

The noises coming from between your legs are obscene, but you can’t bring yourself to care. You don’t even care how it makes Jake feel. Josh works on you with one goal in mind, making you come. The breath locks in your chest and your eyes clamp shut as the feeling within your core burns hotter. He suckles the bundle of nerves with unprecedented energy, lapping and rolling his tongue in a changing pattern of shapes across you. 

Jake’s lips brush the shell of your ear while his fingertips graze across your hardened nipples. The fry of his voice itching that spot hidden in your mind. “See how generous I can be?”

The weed is starting to take effect on your body, making your eyelids feel far too heavy to keep open. You let them close and fall back into the hidden corners of your mind while your body buzzes wildly like a pissed-off beehive from the combined high. Jake only adds to the bliss when his tongue massages deep into your skin before he leaves a teasing nip. 

“You’re not even looking at him, dove,” he sighs into the sweet spot tucked behind your ear. “I give you a little taste of power and you don’t even know what to do with it.”

You blink through the haze to see Josh straining. The restriction of the cuffs dividing his focus that would normally be set on only you. He’s working against the position, making sure to balance the weight of his arms across you. At one point he rests his head on the top of your thigh to collect himself. 

You’re not sure what compels you to weave your fingers through the sweat-dampened hair at the crown of his head. He hums at first, thinking it was an action of praise. That’s until you pull at his roots hard enough to make him groan from the sting. “Was it worth it?”

When you don’t loosen your fist, he lifts his head from you, leaving that aching feeling where his mouth was. Now that you have his attention, you hiss, “Did she fuck you better than me?”

If you were sober, the thought that’s been steeping in your mind might not have formed on your tongue. It might have even been embarrassing for you to mention it. But now that he’s between your legs, staring at you with those blown-out, frighteningly submissive doe-eyes, you just can’t help yourself. You feel Jake’s smile against your throat while those golden eyes burn coal black before you in a matter of seconds. He mumbles something under his breath as he buries himself between your thighs once again.

You tighten your grip and pull for a second time, causing a growl to push through Josh’s teeth. In a moment of clarity through your brain fog, you cock your brow and huff with an undeniable amount of attitude, “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you.”

Josh is taken aback by your words, and even Jake’s lips pause against your flesh. He collects himself with a steadying breath through his fatigued pants. “I said, ‘I didn’t fuck her’.” 

You stare at each other for a few beats of time, testing who will be the first one to break the silence. Just as you open your mouth to say something, he moves unexpectedly into a sitting position, causing your legs to slip from his shoulders. He scrambles to catch you but loses his grasp due to his hands being cuffed the way they are. 

You jolt upright, fueled purely out of sexual frustration, only for Jake to wrap his hand and the nape of your neck and pull you back. He sighs, softly rasping against your ear,  “My turn.”

“Ja—“

“On your knees,” he barks with authority with a gentle hand guiding you into a kneeling position. 

Josh raises his hands. “Are you gonna take these off now?”

“I dunno.” Jake scoffs with his usual flair of cockiness, fully aware that Josh could easily slide off the bed and unlock his cuffs within a minute if he wanted to. He knows he’s playing the game, and decides to make his move. “What do you think, dove?”

You hum, grabbing Josh’s hands to hold them within your own. You run your thumbs over the metal cuffs and down his soft fingers, feeling his rings and the smooth gel polish covering his nails. “I think they should stay on. They look good on you, baby.”

Your answer makes Josh’s hands tighten around yours, but Jake’s hasn’t released his from your neck. He squeezes them into the flesh, causing the shiver to run down the length of your spine. He adds to the feeling with his demand infiltrating your mind, “Get the hooks from under the bed.” You don’t move at first, hesitating for far longer than you should. “I’m not fucking asking.”

He smacks his hand across your asscheek, making you yelp from the harsh sting. You crawl to the side of the bed and feel for the restraints he had used for you before, secured against the bed frame. You unlatch it, and do the same for the other side. 

Josh watches you retrieve them, but the look in his eyes tells you he doesn’t know what to expect. “What are those for?” He asks with anxiety rising in his voice. He waits for an answer but your eyes staying on his cuffed hands connect the dots for him. “Are you serious?”

Jake loses enough patience to snap, “Do you want to stay or not?”

You act quickly to diffuse the potential fight by pulling Josh into a kiss. It catches him off guard, but he melts to the feeling within seconds. You break away enough to whisper,  “Do you trust me?” 

He smiles against your lips, answering in a bashful sigh, “Yeah.”

You capture him into another kiss, reminding yourself how much you’ve missed this — the taste of you lingering on his tongue as it sweeps across yours. He’s a lazy Sunday morning tangled in the pile of sheets, wrapping you in that sweet familiar comfort. You crave it more than you realize and find that you’re not willing to let that go.

 While he loses himself exploring your mouth, you take the opportunity to connect the hooks of the bed restraints to his handcuffs.  “Color?”

“Fucking green, baby.”

You sit back on your heels to admire the sight of him before you. He’s kneeling, now with the perfect amount of tension keeping his hands suspended no higher than navel height. Nothing is hiding what’s happening in his underwear. 

Jake has stripped out of his shirt and pants and returned to his place behind you. He presses his bare chest against your back while his hands roam across the tops of your thighs, paying special attention to his tattoo on the right one. 

Josh is already struggling to stay still from you being inches out of reach, his wrists fidgeting against the metal cuffs. Your breath hitches when Jake’s hand slides between your legs, his fingers parting your lips through a teasing drag. “So wet and ready for me.” His middle finger slides into your pussy with alarming ease, eliciting a muffled grunt into your hair, “Fuck, you’re so close, aren’t you, dove?”

You let go of the whimper and rock your hips to chase it, causing him to squeeze the hand resting on your hip and add another finger, stretching you out. Pleased with how you fall apart to his touch, he slowly starts to curl them inside you. You grind against his palm, writhing from the pleasure as you all listen to the slick sounds of his fingers inside you. If your eyes were open, you would have noticed him staring at Josh when he says, “You could come on my fingers right now if you wanted to.”

You could. There’s no denying it. You just want to hold onto the high for as long as you can, and he can feel you working against him. He draws both fingers out, leaving you with that dreaded empty feeling, “You don’t do you? You want to wait for me to fuck you, little dove?”

You claw at the back of his hand, digging your nails into the flesh with a pitiful moan cracking from your throat. He growls into your ear while driving his covered erection into the swell of your ass. You need it so bad, but he can’t resist teasing you by circling his fingertips around your entrance. “You want to come on my cock instead?” 

You curse his name, but the sounds that follow it are unintelligible. He chuckles, the breath of his laughter fluttering across your tacky skin. “Fucking music to my ears. Just say those magic words, pretty girl.” 

“Please, please, please,” you whine, hoping that the pitchy pleas will be enough for him to give you what you want. 

“Good girl.” His hand leaves your hip so he can pull himself free from his boxers. The shift of balance sends you forward into Josh. You hear the metal clink against itself as he strains to touch you. Just before he can, Jake wraps his hand around your upper arm, snatching you upright once more. There’s not an inch of space left between you, and the only thing your fuzzy mind can process is the velvety-soft skin of his cock brush pressing against your ass. “Aht! Your pussy is mine to play with tonight.”

Josh scoffs, “What?!”

Jake throws the verbal jab over your shoulder, “Do you need the ball gag too?” Josh’s mouth opens like he’s ready to argue back, but decides to close his mouth instead. 

You almost scold Jake, but his hand gently sweeping your hair from your shoulder shuts down the thought completely. His fingers dance down the length of your back, tracing the ridge of your spine — just to see you shudder. 

He then unhooks the clasps of your bra, releasing the lingerie from your body. You wiggle it down your arms, giving Josh a full view of your naked breasts. You watch his eyes widen and his mouth falls again.

“Fuck,” Josh breathes in shameless awe.

Jake wastes no more time, and dips his cock between your legs, lining himself up to nudge the tip at your entrance. Even if he chooses not to admit it, he wants this just as bad as you. He rocks his hips forward to slowly push into you, and as you’re stretched out little by little, he exhales through a breathy laugh, “Your pussy wants to swallow me up.” At the halfway point, he slides out enough to where only the head of his cock remains before bottoming out to the hilt in a single thrust. 

You both gasp in unison at the feeling of him filling you up, but the words fail to form on your tongue. He stills while buried deep, allowing you to adjust to his size, but you’re already fluttering around his length with how close you are. He keeps you upright on your knees with his left arm holding you below your breasts and his right hand finding its place between your legs. “You’re so fucking tight around me.” 

“Feeling good, baby?” Josh’s voice cuts through the fog enough for you to look up. Despite the internal battle within his mind, his expression stays soft for you. You keep your eyes on his and nod against Jake’s shoulder. “Just think about when I finally get you to myself again.”

Jake grunts, “Taking me so well.” His hips begin to roll, gliding in and out of you at the slowest pace possible. “Fuck, this pussy is so perfect. Like it was fucking made for me.”

You would tell him how good he feels if you could, but the only sounds are broken curses in the form of moans. You’re too preoccupied with bracing yourself on the very edge of your peak. You’re drunk off his cock and every thrust is another drink. Your inhibitions are long gone and the only thing consuming you is the need to have more of him. 

“I can feel how close you are,” Jake mumbles into your neck, kissing his way down to your shoulder. He matches the rhythm of his thrusts with the strokes of his fingers circling over your clit. 

You’re within seconds of crumbling apart in his arms. 

“Please, Jake. Don’t stop. Please, oh my god.”

“You sound so pretty begging for it. My beautiful whore.”

“Jesus, Jake,” Josh spits out, causing your eyes to snap open and see his shocked expression. 

But Jake isn’t bothered by his brother’s reaction, if anything, it only adds to his depravity. His fingers glide lazily over your clit as he coos softly into your cheek, “Tell him how much you love it, dove.” You’re more than distracted by the orgasm ready to unleash within you, but he doesn’t care. “Go on. Tell him how much your pussy cries for me when I call you my whore.”

He stops moving inside you and lifts his fingers away from your aching clit, making you cry out in frustration, “Are you fucking serious, Jake?”

“Tell him, and I’ll let you cum,” he demands with his cheek pressed against yours. 

He’s reduced you down into a whimpering mess, nearly bringing you to tears of desperation for release. There’s no holding back the confession that comes pouring out. “I love it when he calls me a whore.” 

“That’s right, dove,” he hums, skimming his lips along your flushed face as he rewards you with his movements again. He sinks his teeth into your cheek while giving your nipple a taunting pinch. “I had a feeling you would be a good listener.”

Your strangled moan fills the room, “Please, Jake. I’m so fucking close.” 

“I fucking love it when you say my name.” He spoils your clit along the grinding motion of his hips. You got one foot hanging off the ledge and he’s ready to give you that final shove.  “Give it to me.”

“Let go, baby,” Josh reassures you in a calming voice.  

Your body acts out of your control, succumbing to the tidal wave of your release. Your vision blurs through tear-glazed eyes, and the sounds around become nothing but static. The world might as well be crashing around you and heavenly bliss never felt so sinful. You spasm around his cock, locking him deep inside you. While he has to work to fuck through it, his fingers continue to rub across your over-stimulated clit. 

He shows his mercy by slowing himself down to a stop, pausing only for you to collect yourself. He’s nowhere near done with you, but Josh’s patience is thinning by the second. His cock is throbbing beneath the thin fabric of his boxer briefs and his wrists are beginning to turn red where the metal rubs against the skin. 

Jake’s ragged breathing gives away how close he might have been. He swallows it back and lets out a laugh, “You better touch him before he explodes in his boxers.”

“Fuck you, you prick.”

You lean forward to place a kiss on his neck, skimming your fingertips down his covered torso as your lips connect. You flick your tongue across his skin, tasting the salt of his sweat. His hands are restless, his knuckles brushing across your stomach. “Color?”

Josh stutters, “Gr-green. Baby, please.” His Adam’s apple bounces beneath your lips. “Let me—“ 

“Aht!” You nip at the thin skin of his throat, making him flinch. “You only speak when I ask you a question.” You rub your hand over his chest, feeling his racing heart beneath your palms. “Can you be a good boy and do that for me, Josh?” 

“Yes.” His voice cracks through the word due to your fingertips tickling across the lean muscles of his stomach. 

 You trace the flowers tattooed on his hips before drawing your path down his thigh. “You been this hard the whole time, baby?” He nods enthusiastically, pushing his hips forward in search of friction. Your fingers ghost his erection, and the way you’re teasing him might be considered cruel. “You’ve been such a good boy.” 

His cock twitches to the praise — another thing you’re going to become addicted to.  “You were so patient while you made me feel good.” 

Jake has barely moved until now, but he is not one to accept the idea of being forgotten. He reminds you that he is very much still inside you with a single powerful thrust. You fight the temptation and stifle back the moan threatening to break free. 

You kiss along his jawline and slip your hand under the elastic band of his boxers. Feeling across the warm, silky-smooth skin, a wet spot of fabric clings to the back of your hand as you find that the head of his cock is slick with precum. “You’ve made quite the mess, baby.” 

You brush your fingertips up and down the length of him, causing a violent shiver to roll through his body with a clipped moan breaking free from his lips. You hold him against the palm of your hand, cradling what can fit. “Oh my, you are sensitive.”

Jake’s hips start to pick up enough momentum to distract you. You might have Josh on his knees in front of you, but Jake is the one in control. He takes advantage of your pause by placing a kiss on your shoulder. “Has my little bird finally gotten used to her wings?”

You peek over your shoulder, seeing him for the first time since he’s been behind you like this. It’s too much to bear — his tanned skin glowing in the setting sun, the tattoos on his chest and arms, the tiny wisps of sweaty hair stuck to his forehead. It’s fruitless, but you force yourself to feign disgust despite his words causing your heart to flutter wildly in your chest. “Be careful or I might fly away.”

A crooked smile hooks the corner of his mouth, showing you his teeth before they sink into his bottom lip. That with the certain glimmer in his eyes that you’ve come to know quite well provides enough of a warning to you.

You pull Josh’s cock from his boxers, wrap your fist loosely around the base and start stroking him. “Are you gonna be good for me? Treat me how I’m supposed to be treated?”

He bucks his hips involuntarily, driving himself into your hand. You watch his eyes roll behind heavy lids as he answers you in a breathless whisper, “Yes, baby.”

You kiss the smooth plane of skin from his chin to his ear, leaving a trail with your tongue as you go. “You promise?”

You suck teasingly on his earlobe, feeling the cool golden hoop over your lips and tongue. He hisses, and just based on that sound alone, you know he would rip from the metal cuffs and fuck you mercilessly into the mattress if he could. “Fuck… fuck. Yeah, I promise.” 

His cock is so painfully hard in your hand that you almost feel guilty. “You wanna cum so badly, don’t you?”

Josh whimpers, the submissiveness of his cry making your pussy tighten around Jake. He notices and laughs with an air of cockiness that stains your mind, “See what you put him through? and he’s still on his knees begging for it.”

You shift your body, and thankfully Jake adjusts with you so you can lower yourself. Josh leans back as much as the cuffs allow and watches your every move. You know what he’s hoping for — for you to take him into your mouth and lick every spot of him.  You’re in control, which is rather contradictory given how Jake is pounding into you from behind. He’s just going to have to settle for the alternative. 

You look into his eyes while holding the weight of him in your palm. Your lips part enough for a long dribble of spit to fall directly onto his cock. He fights to keep his eyes open, but his brows are tipped up and sewn tightly together. You glaze him with a twist of your wrist, causing his entire body to shake beneath you. “Are you sorry?”

He huffs out a pained breath, “Yes! Yes… fuck, baby.” The muscles and tendons of his forearms flex against the restriction of his handcuffs —  each stroke of your spit-lubed hand pushing him closer to the edge. “Please. I’m so fucking close.”

You drop even lower, biting and sucking the sensitive skin of his stomach to leave a collection of splotchy love marks as you work him. Your mouth would be on his navel if the piercing was healed enough, but you settle on licking down the trail of hair to his cock instead. “Go ahead, baby. Come for me.”

“I’m gonna…” He trails off and his legs begin to tremble. His abs strain and spasm against your lips while the pulse within his cock becomes heavy in your grasp. You suddenly stop the movement of your wrists, but it’s too late for him to hold back. A frustrated gasp leaves his chest while ropes his warm cum paint yours. 

You’re not sure how much time passes before you release your hold on him, hoping to avoid adding to his overstimulation. Jake has been patient with you up until this point but ends it by weaving his hand into the hair at the nape of your neck and bringing you back up on your knees. 

“You ready to be filled like the whore you are?” His voice is seductive and sweet despite the crude words and stinging tension he’s putting on your scalp. “Covered and dripping in cum?”

You nod the best you can with his firm hold on your hair while squeaking out, “Yes.” Satisfied, he lets go to place a hand around your hip and an open palm to the small of your back.  

Josh does the unexpected and lowers his head to your chest to lick a stripe across your nipple. He peers through his lashes to see your shocked expression, offering you a smile before his tongue laps over your breasts. You place your hands on his shoulders to brace yourself as he works to clean himself off of you in rolling patterns of his tongue. He takes his time with no rush in sight as he makes his way up your neck, humming into your skin as he goes. 

His lips meet yours, delivering a hungry kiss and the taste of him to you. His orgasm offered little reprieve with how his tongue is dancing across yours. It’s broken by Jake’s hand around your throat, causing Josh to settle back on his heels to regain his composure. Jake then whispers directly in your ear, loud enough for only you to hear, “There will be a day where another man’s touch, his cock, the way he makes you cum… will never compare to me. Even him.”

You freeze in stunned silence, but Jake is unraveling quicker than the both of you realize, his collected pace faltering within a matter of seconds. His grunted curses are soon followed by a few staggered thrusts. With a final powerful pump of his cock directly into your cervix, he empties himself deep inside of you. 

You’re all left in a similar state —hearts pounding erratically while your lungs yearn for air. With the wave of euphoria dissipating at a rapid pace, Josh’s mood shifts instantly. A wave of clarity flashes before him, pulling the trigger to his anger that has been otherwise suppressed. He snaps with a dramatic thrash of his hands, “Can you get these fucking things off me?”

Flustered and taken off guard, you crawl across the bed, pulling Jake out of you as you do so. Jake hisses and curses under his breath but chooses to stay in place. You reach for the keys and unlock the cuffs, but Josh rips them off his wrists and tosses them across the room before you have a chance to remove them yourself. You recoil at the harsh sound of metal skittering against the hardwood. “What the hell?!”

Josh doesn’t answer you. He jumps off the bed without bothering to collect his clothes as he storms toward the door.  “Josh! Wait a min—“ You call out after him, only to be cut off by his bedroom door being slammed so hard that the walls of the house shake. 

You turn to Jake for answers — looking for anything to fix whatever just happened — to see that doesn’t seem bothered at all by Josh’s outburst. He’s laying across the pillows with an arm tucked under his head. He has taken the extinguished blunt that has been sitting in the glass ashtray and placed it between his lips. He notices your glaring stare and looks up at you, mumbling around it, “What?”

“You shouldn’t have said all of that.”

He relights the blunt and pulls in a calming drag. “It’s not my fault that he wants to pout like a child.” You scoff at his arrogant indifference and carefully slide off the bed. You find your underwear before anything begins to leak down your leg. You then grab your sundress and pull it on. He blows a cloud of smoke above him, “Where are you going?” 

“I’m gonna go check on him to make sure he’s okay, Jake.”

Now that he realizes how serious you are, he props himself up on an elbow. “He’s fine, dove. He’s being a baby because he knows I’m fucking right.”

You don’t bother debating with him over Josh’s mental state. You saw the hurt and anger in those caramel eyes. 

You need to mend whatever is going on. 

You walk out of Jake’s bedroom, but hesitant in front of Josh’s door, contemplating on whether it’s the best idea to try to talk to him right now. After mustering up whatever bravery you have left, you softly knock on the wood with your knuckles. 

You take the chance and open the door to find Josh sitting on the edge of his bed with his favorite bong in hand. Your heart sinks when he doesn’t look at you even after your back pushes the door closed. 

While he packs the bowl with a fresh pinch of green, you pad across the floor and slide onto the bed behind him. The muscles of his back tense to your touch when you wrap your arms around his midsection. 

Which fucking scares you. 

You kiss the top of his bare shoulder, causing the pained sigh to push out from his chest. Just before he brings his lighter to the bowl and his lips to the mouthpiece of the glass for the first hit, he says, “I think we need to have a serious conversation.” 

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[hauntedhokage]

hi hi! Could I please request hcs for your first time with the Konoha founders (Madara,Hashirama, tobirama?) tyia!!

hi, you certainly can! I totally got carried away with these but i had a lot of fun ~

warnings: written with female reader in mind, sexual content, mentions of potential pregnancy, cock warming,

Madara Uchiha

Madara isn't one for letting people get close, so to be at the point with him where not only you were regularly kissing and close enough that he's asking to go further says a lot.

He basically loves you at this point, even if he hasn't said as much out loud and the question of whether you'll let him go further requires no deeper consideration to have you nodding in the affirmative in the moonlit forest clearing

He's careful as he undresses you, gentle hands pulling at the various ties and buttons keeping your clothing together, his eyes staying on yours to ensure that you remain comfortable under his hands as he moves. It's only when you're undressed that he notices that he's still fully clothed, and sits back to give you the opportunity to see him as he'd gotten to see you.

He's very bashful as you undress him, which is truly out of character for the normally (mostly) collected man - unless he was with you. Madara was still strong and confident, but something in the way you specifically looked at him made him feel that way. It's the love but don't tell him that or else he'll blush

His hands are gentle as they explore your body without the layer of clothing keeping you from him, warm as they hold your breasts while he kisses you.

"Every bit of you is perfection, my dear," he'll compliment as he lies you back, kissing you one last time before he moves to explore the rest of your body with his mouth, gradually getting more comfortable with how you like to be touched.

He's nervous at first, but he is very generous when it comes to oral. He could probably be between your legs like this for hours, since he thoroughly enjoys how sweet you taste to him and the sounds you make for him and him alone while he's licking at your most sensitive spot.

The nerves return when he's sitting up in front of you again, cock in hand and lined up with your entrance. All he has to do is gently push forward, you've already begged asked him to take you finally, but he finds himself pausing as his tip is just barely pressing against your folds. But then he reaches for your hand, and holds it tight in his own as he finally urges forward to work himself into you.

He's painfully careful as he makes love to you, desperate to maintain his self control so he can avoid causing you any pain. Each thrust is calculated and careful, and his eyes stay on yours to make sure that he's actually making you feel good.

When he comes it's inside you mostly by accident, you'd made him feel so good that he wasn't thinking about arguably the most important detail. He hopes you're not upset, but he wouldn't be upset by having his heir conceived in such a setting. If you're not upset, he's able to relax in the grass beside you and pull you close, peppering kisses to your head as the cool night air blows over you both.

Eventually you'd both need to get up and get dressed before someone found you so exposed, but for now he's content to lay there and mumble sweet nothings back and forth.

Hashirama Senju

Oh, Hashirama is a nervous wreck over this. This was a moment he'd been waiting a while for and now it was here and you were sitting naked in front of him as planned and it was almost too much.

He's so worried about whether or not you actually want to have sex with him, if you'll like how he looks? Is his penis the right size? What even was the "right size"? These weren't things he talked about with Madara or his brother, so he feels under prepared for something so important.

Please kiss this man to pull him out of his head, otherwise you'd be sitting there naked all night while he overthinks.

His hands are shaky as he undresses, so giving him a helping hand will help him feel a lot better (and keep him from accidentally tearing something and feeling the need to explain how to the tailor when getting it repaired). Kisses to his chest and stomach as more skin is revealed, keeping your eyes on his as you do to help reassure him that you want to be here as much as he does.

"Relax, Hashirama," you request, taking his hands in his and gently peppering kisses along his knuckles to try and help him relax. "We don't have to if you don't think-" "I WANT TO TAKE THIS STEP WITH YOU!"

He's already hard, cock aching at the sight of your body and feel of your warm skin on his hands. When you bring one of his hands down to your already wet center, he's suddenly much more relaxed as he realizes that you want this too.

His fingers are eager to explore, spreading and stretching you open like he knows he'll need to while indulging in the sweet sounds you make as he pleasures you. He's not intending on making you come, so he's actually surprised when you do just by his fingers.

And when he gets to lay you back, his hand holds yours as he guides himself in. He could come from the sight of your face, contorted in pleasure as he stretched you, but he knows that he couldn't possibly cut this experience short for you.

But as enamored as he is by your face, he can't help but sit back so he can watch himself go in and out of you. There's something hypnotizing about watching his cock disappear inside you, he could sit there and watch forever.

But all things come to end eventually, and when he meets his end it's with his face pressed into your neck, profusely thanking you for providing him with the honor of this intimacy and telling you how much he loved you.

Tobirama Senju

The only one out of this trio that isn't at all nervous. Not at all understating the importance of the first time he's being intimate with you in that way, but it's a natural human occurrence and if you didn't want to take that step with him you wouldn't have let him move his hands further up your skirt. Nor would you have said "yes" when he asked if that was okay.

His kisses are confident as you sit on his lap, one of his hands resting on your thigh under your skirt while the other holds the back of your neck. Every so often he'll give your thigh a squeeze, moving his hand just a bit closer until his fingertips are brushing against the fabric of your underwear.

"Eager, are we?" you tease against his lips, gently nipping at his bottom lip and grinning when he lets out a soft groan. "I'm eager, too."

"You look so pretty on my lap like this, how can I not be?" his counter is accompanied by his fingers hooking into the band of your underwear, gently tugging at them so he could pull them down your legs. He doesn't let them hit the floor, instead pocketing them to keep them clean.

He takes a moment to wet his fingers before his hand goes back up your skirt, pushing your legs apart so he can spread your folds. The contact has your mouth falling open, your head falling against his shoulder as he spreads your wetness that had gathered to your clit.

You hold tight to his shirt as he fingers you; the long, slender digits taking their time in exploring your pussy, his thumb maintaining a constant pressure on your clit. It's when he feels your walls start to tighten around his fingers that he starts to rub small circles around your clit while maintaining that same wonderful pressure.

"Please come for me, my dear, I need you to be ready for me," he requests, his own mouth trailing kisses along your face and neck. Based on your pleasured whimpers and tight grip on his shoulder, he knows you're about to topple over that edge, and he's smiling as he feels your clenching around his three fingers. "That's it, you're so pretty when you're coming on my fingers."

Your skirt and his pants were going to be a mess, but that's not a concern for either of you as he's pulling his cock out of his pants. He's already so hard, and you gently take hold of him as he helps you adjust so you're straddling him on his chair and hovering just above his length.

There's a moment of hesitation, those red eyes meeting yours with a question in them that only you have the answer to. And your answer is given by carefully lowering yourself onto him, keeping your gaze locked on his until you're fully seated on his length.

With his hands on your hips and your hands settled on his shoulders, you both work together to set an easy pace. His goal is to make sure you feel and enjoy every inch of him as he helps you move, and he can tell by the way your walls are fluttering around him that you are very much enjoying what he's giving you.

He's a relatively quiet lover, the sounds that leave him are mostly quiet grunts and maybe a soft groan but nothing too loud. However, he wants you to be as loud as you want to be - let the whole village know that you were quite happily spoken for and well looked after.

His hand will leave your hip in favor of seeking out your clit, wanting to make sure that you find your release before he does. His fingers work against the sensitive bud rapidly, all while urging you to show him how pretty you are when you're coming for him.

And when you do come, your walls clenching rhythmically around his length, he's kissing you to muffle his groan as his hands keep you firmly planted on his lap as he finishes inside you.

He'll lean back in the chair, bringing you to relax in his arms as he works to regulate his breathing once more. Gentle kisses are peppered into your hair and his hands rub your back as he lets himself enjoy this moment with you.

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[ewanmitchelll]

Imagine Taylor Swift’s songs (VII): I Don’t Wanna Live Forever.

Imagine Aemond Targaryen defies you to play truth and dare…

Warnings: explicit smut, drama, fluff…

***

Been sitting eyes wide open behind these four walls, hoping you'd call. It's just a cruel existence like there's no point hoping at all

You are a noble lady of House Tyrell sent to serve Queen Helaena and thus find a good match. In the meantime you are good friends with the queen and her brothers, especially with Lord Aemond, whom you have a particular fondness to.

And though discreet you are, since he started courting Lady Alys, notwithstanding the general disapproving, he sensed you stepped away. Because it’s you, he looks after you.

Finding you thus in the gardens, Aemond approaches you carefully—although not without noticing your features, the colour that paints your locks and the smooth skin seen in delicate cleavage, reinforced in a soft shade of green gown that you dress.

How pretty you are, my lady.

A thought that he does not voice, though.

"I have missed your company, dear Y/Nickname", his husky voice comes out loud.

"Oh have you now?", you answer, pretending to be busy smelling roses nearby.

“Yes”, he frowns when seeing you are not giving him any attention. “Why does it come out as surprise for my lady?”

Despite his bad reputation, his words betray it when coming so softly to your ears. And they always have had some effect in you. To your dismay, even now they do.

You feel that same aching in your legs you’ve struggled to suppress in the past four years since you’ve arrived at court and… discovered how attractive is Lord Aemond. But you’d hope you masked well for he never mentioned it, even though he is more than aware of your sentiments towards him.

Perhaps this is why he’s coming after you, detesting to see how cold you’ve grown to him.

“Because”, you turn in careful moves, always vigilante with your sentiments, “you have been busy, my lord, and this is not my place to expect otherwise.”

Aemond throws his hands up in the air, impatience getting the best of him.

“Is this what we’ve become now? Strangers to each other?”

You cast him a hurt glance and it’s when he has a glimpse of your broken heart. Aemond regrets his impulsive tongue and shortens the distance by taking your wrists gently and making you look at him.

“Y/Nickname”, his throat tightens when his eyes scan your soul, denuding it in such a way that a shiver runs over your spine.

Baby, baby, I feel crazy, up all night, all night and every day. Give me something, oh, but you say nothing. What is happening to me?

You look at him in silence, but then you divert your gaze away. Aemond watches, stunned, as you recompose yourself.

“I should best find my way, lord.”

“No, I shall not permit it.” He then raises your chin delicately. “May I meet you after dinner?”

“What for?”

“I want to apologize for my errors”, his fingertips slide to your cheeks, and a small smirk twirls on his lips when spotting a light shade of red coloring your cheeks. “Please, lady.”

You should not deny him easy access, but this is no ordinary man. A thief is what he is, having stolen your heart.

“Lady”, he almost begs when seeing a struggle behind your eyes. “Have you forgotten our friendship?”

“Nay, lord, but you apparently have.”

He takes your hands again and there presses a kiss each. You see pain in his good eye and this bends you to his will—like always.

“I shall forsake my good sense if you let me see you one more time.”

“Fine”, and then for your good sense. “Midnight. At my privy chambers.”

You turn quickly so he doesn’t see your face going bright red or even read the distrust in your eyes. You miss, however, the sincere smile that spreads shyly upon his lips and the love that replaces agony. Aemond knows now his heart has found it’s one true home…

And Alys’s name is not one thought nor ever to be spoken again. But you don’t know that yet…

***

I don't wanna live forever, 'cause I know I'll be living in vain. And I don't wanna fit wherever. I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home in vain…

Aemond’s eye is glued in you. Following discreetly behind Queen Helaena, you believe you are not getting anyone’s attention. You dress in red, but you cannot imagine you are the rogue prince’s target.

You barely know as you delicately sit in shadows that under his thoughts you are denuded, calling his name as he loves you right. Unbeknownst to you, Aemond has so many ideas involving you. He wants to kiss you passionately, he wants to make you his.

He hates how long he’s wasted your time and his… Looking for glory and creating his own story, he forgot the light of his world. You, the rose of his garden; you, whose motto is growing strong; you, who even now in shadows, shine brighter than anyone.

As you are encouraged to dance with other ladies, Aemond follows you with his longing gaze. He can tell you are avoiding him, acting nonchalantly when in truth a small smirk in your lips betrays you.

A deadly game it is, you should know. And when you raise your eyes, meeting his purple good gaze, that old aching raises to your belly and weakens your knees.

And it’s when an invisible spark ties you to him.

I'm sitting eyes wide open and I got one thing stuck in my mind. Wondering if I dodged a bullet or just lost the love of my life. Baby, baby, I feel crazy, up all night, all night and every day. I gave you something, but you gave me nothing. What is happening to me?

***

Midnight.

Punctually, Aemond knocks at your door. And when you open it, he sees how nervous you are even though you believe you are not showing it. Your hair is tied in old fashion and your green gown is still on your body.

“Lord”, you greet him with a proper curtsy. “Welcome.”

He takes your hand and there kisses it, eyeing you intently as if he is looking for something behind it. Only then he closes the door. Silently, he follows you to the table close to the fireplace, where you offer him a glass of wine.

“Lady”, Aemond smiles at you. “Looking gorgeous as always.”

You pretend to occupy your gaze with the glass you take to your lips.

“Thank you, but I am unworthy of your praise.”

“How come?”, he asks you, waiting anxiously for your eyes to meet his.

Another sip.

“I am nothing like her”.

And there I go. Taken by my insecurities.

“No”, he agrees calmly. “You are a rose found in noble places.”

Silence comes when you don’t expect to hear such compliment. Aemond reclines back in the chair, pleased to make you blush.

“Since you are quiet this day, I thought we could play that game we played as children”, he smirks.

“What game?”, you cast him a suspicious gaze.

“Truth or dare”, Aemond takes a sip of his gaze. “Like old days, my dear.”

You shuffle uncomfortably in your seat.

“I do not think it is wise to play it when we are both drinking wine.”

Aemond chuckles quietly. You know you don’t trust yourself so close to him and to worse, he knows it well.

“Are you afraid of me, my dear Y/N?”

“Not really, no”, but you answer him more nervously than you’d like. “I mean…”

He then takes your hand and holds it gently. You like the contrast of your warm skin to his cold one.

“I am prepared for the thorns”, Aemond smiles sincerely. “Do you honestly take me as Aegon?”

“No”, and here you calm yourself. “Fine, let us begin.”

“I start”, and he smirks at you. “Truth or dare?”

To his disappointment, you choose truth. But to your consternation, he asks you crudely that question you thought you’d never hear.

“Do you love me, lady Y/N?”

Your eyes go wide and you nearly choke with wine. Aemond is amused by how red your face goes and this isn’t the wine speaking. You take a long sip, trying to elaborate a getaway response, but Aemond is staring at you in a way that lying is only trapping you further.

“I… Why’d you think so?”

“For questions, if I remember your rules well, only answers like yes or not are valid”, the prince laughs heartily as you frown at him.

“That is not funny, Aemond. We were children then!”

“But they remain valid! And we are not children anymore, thankfully”, to prove his point he raises his glass. “Well?”

Unwillingly, and completely red, you say:

“Yes.”

One more sip and you avoid his gaze. Aemond, however, is not letting go of your hand.

“Your turn”, he asks you, amused.

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth”, Aemond smirks.

You sigh heavily.

“Very well… Has Lady Alys been the first woman you slept with?”

Aemond laughs at your question and when seeing a dark shade of red in your face, he gently leans closer to stroke your cheek.

“You are very adorable when jealous, my lady.”

“Just answer the bloody question”, you grumble, hating the vulnerability.

“Fine. No.”

“No?”

“No. And you can’t ask me other questions, remember?”

You roll your eyes, but eventually cede a smile.

“Your turn.”

Aemond asks you the same question before. This time you know you ought to choose a different option. Therefore you come up with “dare”.

“I dare you to kiss me”, Aemond smirks.

You stand in protest.

“I shall defend my honor, lord. Who do you take me for? Are you here to play with my feelings?”

He too stands.

“We have played it before. We have been great friends too. Come now, have I ever disrespected you?”

“No”, you hesitate still. “But…”

Aemond places his hands around your waist, patiently waiting.

“Trust in me, Y/N. Do not overthink.”

You have so many arguments, Aemond knows it. But to your surprise—and so his—, you decide to obey. Wherever this is leading you, you opt not to think too much. It’s not as if your elder sisters had not done it…

And so you kiss his lips. Aemond sighs in content when tasting yours against his. It should be just like this, innocent and all, but the silver haired prince wants more. Slowly and respectfully his tongue snakes into your mouth and searches for yours.

In other circumstances you’d have panicked. But you are not a young lady anymore. A damsel you may be, but this is the knight of your dreams. And you feign some experience when cupping his face with your hands and following the rhythm he dictates.

Aemond is somewhat surprised by how good your kiss is, and he wonders if you are indeed that innocent you claim to be. And as it gets more passionate, the prince is surprised by being so captivated by you… Your touch in his face, your fingers gripping his hair, all of which gets him aroused.

Remembering the game is still on, though, he parts it briefly.

“My Gods”, he speaks breathlessly. “You surely are hiding a lot there.”

You smirk at him.

“It appears you know nothing of me, lord.”

He furrows his eyebrows.

“How should I understand that?”

You shrug your shoulders, not willing to share any secrets you might or might not have.

“Truth or dare?”, you ask as you sip one more gulp of wine.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to take off your clothes”, you smirk.

Aemond raises his eyebrows.

“Aren’t you bold?”

“Every rose has its thorn”, you giggle.

But neither parts the gaze when he does as asked. Aemond hates that your wide-eyed gaze affects him so.

“I hope this is no vindictive game whatsoever”, he grumbles under his breath, noticing how you seem to rub your leg into the other, a sight that only makes him further rigid.

You roll your eyes, refusing to answer such comment. You sip your wine, back at the chair now, enjoying the view of this silver prince… until you are surprised by his… well, state.

“Have you never seen one before?”, Aemond inquires at your subtle shyness when watching his member full erect. “Should I…?” he asks, suddenly awkward for misjudging you.

“I have not”, you admit, perhaps more leaded by the wine than otherwise. “But don’t keep it away from me. I…. I like it.”

Aemond feels a strange fever take possess of his body and it doesn’t come from his flame.

“Then I dare you to touch me.” The idea makes him further rigid, and it aches him in ways he never judged possible to feel.

You hesitate, but one more sip and the hesitation leaves you. He is now sitting in your tapestry and you join his side.

“You must guide me”, you whisper hotly in his ear.

Aemond casts you an unreadable look.

“Are you comfortable in doing it?”

Every doubt dies the moment you take the reins of the situation. You watch with a lusty curiosity as you touch his manhood, experiencing it throbbing as a result of your moves.

“Gods”, and he moans so sensually that you feel your nipples going unbearable hard under the cloth of your gown.

“Is it good?”, you ask him anxiously.

“Y-Yes”, Aemond moans louder just as he shows you how to pump it faster. “Go on, Y/Nickname.”

You bite down your lip, obeying as requested. Right under your watchful gaze, Aemond is the victim of his own game. He moans louder, his abdomen goes up and down, his breath goes heavier. You know you should stop right there, but you want to see where this will take you.

It doesn’t take a lot more before a white liquid runs into your hands, nearly ruining your gown. Aemond throws his back to the floor, and something about him collapsing like that makes you wet and fervent in your feminine parts.

“My love, you did a fantastic job”, he smiles so sweetly at you, that you cannot help but smile back. “Why is your hair still tied? I want to see it loose.”

“Let me clean my hands first”, you giggle as you stand and head to the quarters that serve as some sort of bathroom.

Once you go back, you spot Aemond nude still, now sitting in your back. You stand quiet for a moment, reclining against the wall, admiring his features.

He’s so comfortable at your privy chambers, admiring it with his natural curiosity, waiting for you as he finishes his wine. And you cannot look away from his beautiful physique, wishing to be deflowered right here, right now. Your morals can be mended with the moon tea, you decide, untangling your hair.

Sensing someone is observing him, the moment Aemond turns at you, he doesn’t need much to get erect one more time. Your long hair falls like a cascade over your shoulders, falling almost to your knees. There is something about your gaze that has the prince completely on his knees for you.

And oh so he would if you asked…

“Truth or dare, my lord?”

“Dare.”

“Take my clothes off.”

The prince stands, readily to come after you. His hands begin to unlace your heavy gown, but as he does so, he inclines to you, whispering in your ear:

“There is no lady prettier than you. You must be an angel to possess such divinity beauty. And here am I, corrupting you.”

You blush at such wording.

“You are drunk, lord. You know naught what to say.”

“Oh, aye. I do. I want you. So badly…”

And when he turns you at him, you blush at the lust gaze he casts you. Aemond removes your heavy gown, his hands already famine for your body.

“Your breasts…”, he moans, admiringly as he cups each. “Your nipples are already hard. Does my lady know what this means?”

“Nay. What could a damsel know of such matters?”, you tilt your head, waiting for his guidance.

And like a good tutor, Aemond begins to teach you.

“It means that what I feel, you feel too, evidently in different ways because our bodies are different.” He begins to touch the swells of your breasts, each finger eagerly moving to hold it fully. “Fuck. These are good and firm breasts.”

“Do you like what you see?”, you groan at his touch. And you groan louder the moment he plays with your nipples, twirling with his thumbs. “Oh my Gods!”

“Oh yes, I do”, he smirks. “It’s better than I’ve imagined.”

You stare at him in disbelief, finding hard to balance as he touches you slowly. You thus rest your hands over his shoulders.

“What are you talking about?”

“I’ve fucked Alys thinking of you”, Aemond confesses sincerely. “It’s true. I have loved you long before you’ve grown to love me, my lady. You have been the object of my sweetest dreams, the affection of my heart and the aim of my desires. Always wondered what’d be like to have you all to me.”

Part of you doesn’t believe him, but another one wants to. Either way you lean to kiss him passionately, and soon the game is forgotten. You sit on his lap, feeling the tip of his manhood rubbing in your entrance, which arouses you.

“My Gods, I shouldn’t be doing this”, you speak in between kisses, then dragging him to your bed. “But I need you. I need you now, Aemond.”

Somewhere along lines reason has long left you both, and the prince is prompted to align his desires with yours.

“As I need you, my lady”, and that being said his mouth drops to each nipple, making you moan louder this time, all the whilst his fingers find your entrance and there begin to play along. “All wet for me, oh my damsel!”

He hums against your skin, driving you insane. Wine may have its part to blame, but it doesn’t excuse the heavenly sentiment of doing it right—even if it’s morally wrong.

You want him right there, devouring your breasts with his tongue, his skillful hand releasing the pressure in your womanhood.

Until it gets better… and he replaces his fingers with his mouth. His tongue diving inside you brings greatest delights no book is enough to describe. You feel like a sinner, but a sinner redeemed.

“Oh Aemond!”, you want more of him, to selfishly possess him. You want him so bad that…

Every control is lost and Aemond himself feels brought to the seven heavens.

And when he removes the one thing that covers his eye, no words are needed to be said. He crawls over you, spreading your legs further. Seeking for your consent, you kiss him in confirmation.

Moved by wine, instigated by such a deadly game that played with secretive sins, this is not, however, merely lustful desire. When he penetrates you, deflowering you thus, new promises arise.

“I will make you my wife”, Aemond vows when taking your face with his hands. “No man shall touch you, my darling.”

You moan lowly in response, arms wrapped around his neck.

“Don’t make promises you cannot keep”, you whisper against his lips, enjoying the mix of pleasure and pain that comes with his gentle moves.

“I will keep”, he vows under his breath. “I am going to pregnant you woman and show the world you are mine and mine alone.”

To prevent you to protest it, Aemond searches for your lips as you two lock bodies together, moving as one.

In the end, you know, your prince has the best of you… but fruits are only about to grow.

***

• Epilogue

That a sweet rose as yourself has managed to hold tight the untamed heart of the bad reputed Targaryen prince has been the news for the season in Westeros.

Aemond Targaryen, notices a certain chronicler of Aegon II’s reign, has taken as wife Lady Y/N of House Tyrell on the last days of spring following the fifth year of King Aegon, Second of His Name’s reign.

A random courtier, on the other hand, claims that this is no ordinary marriage, but a lustful and loving gaze all made at once. You are described by your beauty and discreet manners, and rumours spread that you became Lord Aemond’s wife after refusing to be his whore.

And whatever happened to Lady Alys Rivers? No one really cares to know. But a minor chronicler suggests that she turned her whoring to Lord Daemon Targaryen. If that is really truthful, no one is bothered to discover it.

In the meantime, Aemond Targaryen takes possession of Dragonstone and there makes it home for you and the new family that comes with your children.

What really is intriguing is that less than eighth months after the wedding, Lady Visenya is born, which raises some eyebrows. But who dares to express this thought out loud?

Not as if you care or Lord Aemond does. You are all too content with the life that so many moons ago both of you desired but neither had the courage to share with each other.

And here you are now, his lady and mother of his children.

#ewan mitchell #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen x female reader #aemond targaryen x y/n #house targaryen #aemond targaryen smut #taylor swift #I don’t wanna live forever #zayn

[strayed-quokka]

unsupervised || hwang hyunjin

» summary: there’s a reason you skip church on sundays, but no one would ever know that reason was your friend, hwang hyunjin.

» pairing: hyunjin x reader

» rating: NC-17 minors dni

» genre: friends with benefits, smut

» warnings: porn with like no plot, reverse cowgirl, creampie, possessiveness, sub reader, dom hyunjin, unprotected sex, spanking, mentions of marking, use of a vibrator, lingerie, form of breathplay (?), chocking, bruising, pet names, degrading names, brief crying, think that's it...

» words: 2,345

» a/n: so maybe i am a hyunjin blog… sue me... funnily enough i was working on my sunwoo smut when i decided to deviate a little… said sunwoo smut still coming though cause boyyy 🥵

Your family didn’t like Hyunjin. He’d never really given them a reason to dislike him, but your father especially liked to say that there was just something about him. 

When Hyunjin first found out your family's distaste for him, he immediately complained. He was sweet and attentive, helping your mother load the dishwasher after dinner, and even helping your younger brother with bible studies. From the outside, Hyunjin was a perfect gentleman and a close friend of yours, so what the hell was he doing wrong? 

He went to parties he didn’t want to attend if you were going just to make sure nothing happened to you and spent hours on homework that you didn’t understand just so that it felt a little bit easier for you. 

Hyunjin was sweet, until the day your friendship changed into something sinful, and maybe then you understood just what that something was that your father had been on about. 

It had been a Sunday morning and you’d felt unwell enough for your family to let you stay home from church. You weren’t nearly as religious and deep in your beliefs as them, but you still went with few exceptions and little complaint. That day had been an exception, and Hyunjin had come over to make you feel better. 

You’re still not entirely sure how trying to make you feel better resulted in him having his cock inside you, but you got addicted to it and he knew it. 

A few months in and far too many Sunday’s missed, your parents were getting suspicious, and on top of it, disappointed. However, your school work wasn’t faltering (second year of university was going surprisingly well), and your behaviour otherwise was more than perfect.

“What’s the excuse this time?” your mother asks as you come down the stairs, still dressed in your pajamas. You sigh, not meeting her eyes as you go to the fridge to grab some water. 

“I have a big project,”

“And that can’t wait an hour because-?”

“It’s a group project and we’ll be in a call,” a half lie. You did have a group project, but you weren’t doing it today, and your father seems to consider that you’re not telling the truth before he gives in. 

“This is the last time,” you nod, though you don’t think it is. It’s not like Sunday’s were your preferred days to have sex. It just happened to be one of the few times that your family was all out of the house and Hyunjin could wander in the front door. After the time he’d attempted to climb up to your window and nearly fell, that seemed to be the better option.

You wait fifteen minutes after they leave to give Hyunjin the clear, using the time you know it takes him to get here, to change into something you deemed nicer for the occasion. 

You’d bought it just yesterday, a lingerie set you hid under your bed just in case. It was a white corset, tight on your waist and pushing your breasts up and together, with a matching white thong. You liked the way it looked, deeming the price tag worth it as you hear the front door shut. 

“Where are you?!” 

“Bedroom!” you nearly want to add where I always am, genius, but you refrain. Hyunjin liked to be rough with you and you didn’t need to play with fire. 

“I swear these damn stair-” the man stops, his eyes shifting from annoyance to a dark lust as he licks his lips, chuckling lowly as he runs a hand through his black hair, “well, look at you.”

“Thought you’d like it,” he hums in approval, shutting the door behind him and moving closer to you. 

“I got you a present too,” you’re curious now, watching him reach into his pocket before revealing a small bullet vibrator, “I’m going to make you lose all sense.”

He pushes you, hard enough for you to stumble back and fall onto the bed as he throws his jacket off and his shirt over his head, on top of you not a second later. His kisses are hungry and desperate against your lips in a way that excites you, your thighs pushing together from the tension until he’s gripping one of your legs and forcefully pushing them apart, “don’t even try.”

You moan, feeling his large hand grip around your throat as he pulls away, hovering over you, “open your mouth.”

You obey immediately and the amusement in his eyes is clear as he shoves two of his fingers into your mouth, his other hand loosening the grip on your throat while you suck on his fingers. There’s no doubt in your mind that you already look like a mess, but Hyunjin loves you best that way. 

“Imagine if they knew what a whore you are,” you whimper, his fingers moving away from your mouth, down your neck and towards the swell of your breasts. It feels slightly wet from your saliva, and you can feel the arousal cling to your white thong and even along your thigh. 

“Look at you. It’s pathetic,” the day Hyunjin had first learned that you loved being insulted when in such a vulnerable position, marked the end for you. Ever since, he loved to make you feel completely submissive in his hold, especially because he knew that nothing turned you on more. He never missed a second to laugh at you for it. 

Hyunjin pushes the fabric of your corset down just slightly, but it’s enough for your breasts to spill out and for your erect nipples to meet the cold air. He watches you for a second, making you feel smaller while your legs push together and he tsks, “don’t you learn?” 

He practically tears your legs apart, one of his hands pushing your thigh into the mattress with his weight, enough to leave a bruise but you don’t care, while the other moves the fabric of your string thong to one side. Feeling his fingers adjust the piece of clothing and briefly run past your folds makes your eyes squeeze shut, a whimper leaving your throat while your hips push up into his hold.

“Poor baby,” he coos, the familiar mocking tone never leaving him, “it’s even on your thigh.”

You muster the strength to lift your upper body to have a look, but Hyunjin uses the hand that holds your thighs apart to push you back down, hand back on your throat as he squeezes lightly. It makes you dizzy, but you don’t want it to stop, even when he loosens his grip and gives you the chance to signal with your fingers to. You both had your signals, but rarely did you use them.

“You look so pretty like this,” his finger runs over your clit before he spits onto your already glistening folds, using his same finger to push his saliva inside your cunt.

“H-Hyunjin,” he doesn’t answer you in words, rather he lets his hand on your throat move down your chest, his nails scratching the skin. 

“You belong to me,” you nearly cry when he adds another finger, leaning down to suck on your neck, like he needs to mark every bare inch of skin to know that you’re his. 

“P-please,” you don’t know what you’re begging for anymore and it sounds pathetic, the way your voice breaks, but Hyunjin loves it. 

“Please what?” he leans over to one side, and you hear him turn on the vibrator he’d brought, applying light pressure to your nipple. He hisses when you clench around his fingers as a result, and you already know you’re going to come soon. 

“Let me come… p-please,” you beg, feeling his fingers quicken their pace whilst the vibrations continue over your nipples, occasionally more forceful and enough to make you shake. 

“Are you going to come?” 

“Yes! Y-yes,” everything stops. Hyunjin removes his fingers from you and puts the vibrator back down on the bed, and you can’t help the whimper and tears that fall from your eyes, “Hyun-”

“Are you crying?”

Normally, Hyunjin may be concerned, but he knows that your tears are a result of the orgasm you wanted but he wouldn’t let you have, “relax baby, I just want you to come around my cock, is all.”

He stands, removing the rest of his clothing before sitting back on the bed, patting his thigh in a gesture for you to climb on top of him. You do, dragging your body up as he watches you, “shouldn’t I take this off?” 

“No, I want it on,” you nod, feeling his hands cup your ass cheeks whilst you grind against him, his cock slowly pushing into your still clothed folds. Your body trembles as a response, and you swear you may have an orgasm soon just from this alone. He works on pushing your underwear to the side again, letting the tip of his cock move against you slowly, teasing your entrance as he pushes his head inside you before taking the pleasure away again. 

“Hyunjin… fuck me. Please fuck me,” he couldn't say no to that. 

“Turn around,” you do as you’re told, still straddling him as he lets his hand collide with your ass cheek. The sight makes him nearly lose it, and he decides to lose his resolve and push his thick cock inside your cunt. 

“F-fuck, how are you always so tight?” you groan, letting out shallow breaths as you try to adjust to his size, though he barely gives you much time before he’s bringing you further down onto his cock, “good girl.”

You mewl at the praise, sat over his hips as you lean onto his legs. He loves the way his cock has completely disappeared inside you, and if it were up to him, he’d move in a heartbeat, but he knows you always like to move first when it comes to being on top, and he respects what you want even if his words towards you say otherwise. 

When you first move, his eyes shut tight and he hisses, feeling you clench around him again as you begin bouncing on his cock, slow and careful first before becoming more comfortable. It’s when you begin to quicken your pace that he can’t take it anymore, gripping your hip with one hand before slapping your ass with the other. You clench around him every time and he smirks, a deep chuckle vibrating in his throat, “you like that?” 

But he already knows the answer, seeing you sink down on his cock drives him wild, but it isn’t quite enough of what he wants. 

He wants to make you scream. 

Hyunjin uses the strength he has to bring his hands around you to cup your breasts, using the grip he has on you to pull you down onto him, arching your back at an angle that has him deeper inside you than before, and he pushes his hips up enough so he can replace your thrusts against him with his own. 

“Oh god. Hyunjin!” he’s relentless, fucking up into you as you grip the sheets and try to steady yourself but it’s impossible. You let him be the only thing that keeps you in place, pulling you down further by your hair and going deeper. 

“Mine. You’re all mine, got it?” you nod, letting him grope your breasts while his other hand finds your throat again, cutting off your pathetic cries and replacing them with mewls and whimpers of pleasure, “you take my cock so good, fuck.”

He releases your breasts and fumbles with something, and it takes you a second to register that he’s reached for the vibrator and that it’s now teasing your clit whilst he’s fucking into you, and it’s embarassing how quickly you come, screaming his name when you do. 

It’s the most intense orgasm you’ve had in your life and Hyunjin feels it too, the way your whole body shakes viciously against him as he tries to keep you steady, still thrusting into you until his own orgasm follows yours, his cum spilling inside of you, a low growl ripping through his throat when he thrusts up one more time to keep it stuffed inside you. 

You both don’t move for a minute, mostly because you’re both so spent that you have to remember where you even are, and Hyunjin is incredibly careful when he lifts you off him, your muscles crying out as you fall next to him. He pulls you into his arms, though he knows it’s only for a little while before he has to leave and come back later under the pretence that he’s visiting you for the first time that day, supervised.

“They’ll be back soon,” he says, but you want to ignore it. You don’t want them to come back, but it’s not a choice, “you should shower.”

“I don’t want to,” he sighs, gently pushing you away from him though it breaks his heart a little when he does. 

“Go shower. I’ll hide the evidence,” you laugh, hitting him lightly though it’s rather pathetic with how your energy is completely wasted. 

You listen to him anyway, standing under the shower and cleaning your skin, and when you come out, your bed is freshly made and your window is open, a floral scent in the air. There’s also a sandwhich on your nightstand with a note, and you realise he must’ve left before he could say goodbye. 

I heard the car so I ran for it. Forgive me, I love you :)

You laugh, shaking your head at the idiot you call your friend, but you’re also relieved at his attentiveness for the noise downstairs tells you you’re not home alone anymore. 

Hours later, you nearly curse Hyunjin for the knowing smirk he gives you when sat at the dining table with your parents, knowing it’s exact intent. 

He’s wants to go again and this time, he doesn't care that your family is home. 

i am not a hyunjin blog

comments and feedback appreciated. i'm on a writing streak so i'll likely be back with more filth soon also excuse the banner i'm tired and can't afford photoshop anymore 🤧

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[mamamittens]

Oh, Sweet Child of Mine (Pt. 6)

Platonic Yandere Whitebeard Crew & Reader-Insert

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Warnings: References to past drugging and implied violence/offscreen death. Platonic Yandere behavior is still present, but more in the background for this chapter.

If yandere content in any way disturbs you, please do block the tag "oh sweet child of mine" as well as the appropriate variations of "yandere one piece". Do not tolerate this behavior in real life.

Stay safe and have fun.

Hopefully the next update will be a bit longer before we get to the actual plot of this whole storyline. If you have any desired character interactions among the Whitebeard Crew before the fruit incident, please let me know cause I've only got about one more update in me before that otherwise.

Word Count: 1,520

On the third day Marco apparently forgave Twin-Blade for his ‘tea transgression’—not that you did—and decided it was alright for him to meet you properly.

Twin-Blade, despite his reputation as a commander and chef on the Moby Dick, was probably the biggest goofball you’ve ever met. Undeniably charming in a practiced way that felt almost natural until he slipped up and revealed he was actually a bit of a dweeb. And very concerned about your food intake. Something about not being a healthy weight for his liking. Truthfully, you just… weren’t comfortable eating too much food after drinking what you thought was innocent tea. So anytime you did eat and he happened to be keeping an eye on you, you ate less as a precaution.

Marco noticed and had taken to smacking Twin-Blade’s head when he spent too long looking in your direction. Though certainly too old for it, he whined and cried to his nearest brother for Marco’s cruelty. Once he even tried to console himself by hugging you but your expression of distaste just made him cry for real. You’d feel bad but…

He did drug your tea once. Once is more than enough in your book.

On the fifth day you’d been tentatively allowed to eat in the mess hall with the rest of the crew as opposed to in the kitchens under Marco’s unnervingly attentive eye. He still visibly preened when you addressed him and had yet to correct you about anyone else’s title—you suspect as a bragging point but thinking too hard on the matter weirded you out.

Regardless, you found yourself grateful that you didn’t eat near Fire Fist. The way the young man shoveled food into his mouth and aggressively went to stab anyone reaching too close to his plate was horrifying. The meat and potatoes stood no chance under his ravenous appetite despite having a plate three times as stacked as anyone else. There was pie for dessert as well, and usually you’d be all for it, but Twin-Blade seemed keen to know your reaction to the treat. Almost as glutenous as Fire Fist, the man seated next to you was trying to cajole his opposing seat mate for his dessert.

Large and with many braids in his pitch-black beard and hair, he laughed every time he was denied in good nature. His dark eyes met yours and he grinned cheerfully.

“Zehahahaha~! You going to eat that?” He pointed to the still untouched plate of cherry pie. You grimaced, glancing at Twin-Blade from several tables over.

“I think Twin-Blade would cry if I didn’t…” You paused for only a moment before sliding the dessert to the pirate. “Have at it.”

He cackled loudly but didn’t think twice about eating the slice.

“Zehahahaha! Now that’s cold to our poor commander! What did he do to you, marine?” He winked, polishing off the plate with clear satisfaction.

You looked at Twin-Blade, his expression crestfallen as he laid his head onto Flintlock Pistol’s shoulder. The immaculately dressed man seemed to roll his eyes and give you a dry look. Clearly blaming you for his current predicament. You smiled back.

“He knows what he did.”

You didn’t want to be here. The least they could do was let you have small victories to yourself. Fire Fist suddenly shoved himself in beside you, arm resting over your shoulder as he scooped up what little you hadn’t eaten yet.

“He really is sorry, you know.” Fire Fist murmured between bites, catching you as your nose wrinkled in distaste.

“It’s the principle of the matter, Fire Fist.” You huffed, finding yourself awkward crammed between Fire Fist’s too hot body and the man that liked cherry pie a lot.

A heavy hand thumped you back as he laughed.

“Zehahahaha! Let them give Commander Thatch a hard time for a bit. I think he’s enjoying having an excuse to be dramatic for once.” He laughed. “I’m Teach, by the way! Zehahaha!”

He was an awful jolly sort of pirate, wasn’t he?

“And call me Ace already! Marco’s been so mean lately about you only using his name. What’d he do to earn that, anyhow?”

You huffed, cheeks hot as you grumbled.

“… he’s a very pretty bird.”

That sent the entire table into a fit of laughter. Fire Fist choked on his own laughter.

“W-Would you forgive him if he wore cat ears?” Fire Fist cackled.

You couldn’t help but glance at the man in question. Cat ears, huh?

You stopped breathing, your lips pressed together in a firm line as you fought against the sheer ridiculousness of the image that appeared in your head.

They’re pirates!

They kidnapped you!

You are a marine on a Yonko ship!

Wearing cat ears to make up for drugging your tea means nothing!

…

…

…Would he wear it on his head or the top of his pompadour?

Your body shook, sounds of concern growing around you as you covered your face. Desperate to hide the wide grin at the mental image. The worst part is that you’re not convinced that he wouldn’t do it by now either.

“H-Hey, it’s alright! I-I’m sorry?!” Ace whispered desperately, rubbing your back.

You snorted, giggling breathlessly as your glasses fogged up. Tears in your eyes as you laughed uncontrollably. Distantly, you wondered if this is what a mental breakdown felt like. The stress from your situation finally cracking you like an egg. Not quite round the bend for crazy town, you shook your head.

“I-It wouldn’t h-help! Ahah~snck!” You whispered breathlessly, smacking Ace’s hands away as you tried to bury your face in your arms. Anytime you managed to regain control it was ruined by looking at Ace’s beaming grin. “S-Stop looking at me like tha-aat~! Snck-gh~!”

“I don’t know… you seem to think it’s pretty funny~” Ace cooed as you shook your head.

“Ssshuut up! Shut up!” You cried out, wiping your eyes and gasping for air. After several more moments you finally manged to calm down. Only to look at Ace with a wobbly smile. “Do you think he’d wear it on his pompadour?”

Ace froze. His face growing red as he glanced at Twin-Blade and back at you several times.

Finally, he cracked, sending you both into hysterics again.

“See! Look, Izooouu! They are laughing at me!” You heard Twin-Blade cry out from across the room as you collapsed against Ace’s side. The logia user wheezing with tears in his eyes.

Not even Whitebeard joining in with his own laughter could ruin the moment.

You hadn’t laughed this hard in ages. All your marine comrades either too distant, busy, or dicks to joke around with.

You snagged a newspaper to hide your face better. Foggy glasses obscuring the headline about a ‘crackdown of justice’ in Paradise with brutal and swift executions.

Distantly, you wondered if your superiors had some sort of plan to rescue you or if they’d given up. It wasn’t just any crew that had you, after all.

--*--

“I’m afraid that right now we can’t afford to directly confront Whitebeard, I’m sorry—” Sengoku was cut off by a fist driving into the wall of his office. He glared at the younger man, knuckles white before he relaxed. Taking a deep breath before continuing. “I understand your frustration. But they can’t drift at sea forever. Eventually they’ll have to dock. We can stage a rescue once we have better intelligence on their movements. You are dismissed.”

The chair was violently thrown back as the man stormed out, teeth clenched as he hissed out a bitter acknowledgement.

The temperature of his office took quite some time to right itself despite the open door and windows.

Sengoku looked over at the Ensign’s file again and sighed before closing it shut and putting it away.

He hoped that the young marine was alright. While Whitebeard had a much more… benevolent reputation, he was still a pirate. And the marine had quite the impressive devil fruit to exploit. He almost asked Garp to retrieve them but didn’t want to risk a powered-up Yonko crew retaliating against his old friend—even if Garp would find it a fun sport. Who knew what kind of things Whitebeard would be capable of with his devil fruit even more powerful? He shuddered to think about it. Let alone the many other devil fruits on the Yonko crew.

He'd just have to have faith that a more subtle approach would work. They couldn’t risk putting out a ‘alive only’ bounty to rescue the marine. Too many questions. And if the other Yonko get word before they are safely secured with their originally planned partner, it could throw the entire Grand Line into chaos. Sengoku shuddered to think of what things Charlotte Linlin or Kaido could be capable of with more power. At least Whitebeard hasn’t seen fit to take over an entire country.

Sengoku would just take what he could get at this point… and look for faster, quiet solutions to his problem before a loose canon burns through the Grand Line to solve it himself.

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[ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes]

The Phoenix and the Crow

part seven

pairing: (hinted) kaz brekker x fem!reader

genre: netural

el's thoughts: nothing too crazy here ;) last part before we get zoya, toyla and we're off to shu han haha if you like this please feel free to leave comments and feedback! hope y'all enjoy!

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Y/N tripped on the silk skirt of her dress causing her to groan and pull it up to her calves. “How long do we have to be in these?” 

Inej sighed and fixed the large collar of her costume, “Till the end of the night I assume. At least you look beautiful.”

“Look who’s talking,” Y/N said with a kind smile on her lips. She did have to admit the dress fit her perfectly, large strips of purple silk and chiffon overlapped each other and swayed with each step. The top of her dress was completely silk, hugging her stomach up to her shoulders with a deep neckline that stopped at her midsection. It was by far the most revealing outfit she’s ever worn, given the fact that she typically wore clothes fit for physical combat and training. 

Jesper and Wylan stood around a table with their costumes in hand. “Hey,” Jesper smiled at the two girls. 

“These smell like they haven’t been washed since last year,” Inej complained. Jesper only shrugged in response. He handed Y/N a black cape and mask with silver embroidery and details, she thanked him and threw it over her shoulders.

Kaz walked toward the group and saw the wooden crates on the table. He lifted the lid and let out a breath through his nose, “It’ll mimic it in every way?” Wylan hummed in confirmation. “Good,” He turned to Jesper who stood beside him, his expression never relaxing.

“You’re gonna say you can’t do this without me, yeah?” Jesper's voice was expectant as he spoke. “And that you hate it when we’re angry at each other, but sometimes brothers fight.” He moved his hand in gesture between the two of them. “And when all this is over,  you’re gonna open a tab for me at a club of my choosing,” His eyes widened in faux surprise. “‘Cause when Pekka’s gone, you’ll take it all.” He held Kaz’s stare for a moment before speaking again with a smile, “That’s what you were gonna say. Yes?”

“There’s a cap on the tab. But otherwise, yes. To all of that.” Kaz nodded his head stiffly.

“Then let’s go take down the King.”

Y/N smiled softly between the two, ‘Found family. They really are brothers.’

“The plan is this,” Kaz glanced at the inferni briefly before turning his attention away. “Jesper and Wylan, you’re gonna hand out Komedie Brute costumes and vials of the compound to all of the Dregs.”

“Per Haskell’s gang?” Jesper asked. 

“Our gang now.” Kaz’s lips settled into a small smirk. “By sunset, the streets will be crawling with Sankt Emerens revelers. They’ll provide us with the cover we need. Hit all of Pekka’s business, the clubs, the brothels. All to destroy Pekka’s reputation. Inej and Y/N will cover Fifth Harbor, and when the chaos begins, they’ll hand the note to Pekka’s driver. Nina and I will handle the Emerald Palace.” He looked at the five Crows around him. “See you there.”

Jesper cleared his throat, “No mourners.”

“No funerals,” Everone responded. 

Y/N, Inej, Wylan, and Jesper all moved to take their leave. “Why do you guys say that? Why isn’t it just ‘good luck’ or ‘be safe’?” Wylan asked. 

“We like to keep our expectations low.” Inej answered earning a laugh from Y/N. 

~

Y/N grunted as she jumped onto another roof, following and trying to keep up with the Wraith in front of her. She stumbled on the uneven roofing and threw her arms out to keep her balance, “I wasn’t made for this.” She huffed as she made another leap to another building. 

Inej turned around, “This is it.” She jumped off the roof and landed on her feet with the agility of a cat. 

Y/N looked down and scoffed to herself, “Yeah that’s not happening.” She motioned for the suli girl to give her a moment. She lowered herself down to the balcony and spun around in surprise when she heard a muffled scream from behind her. She raised her hands in surrender and mouthed ‘I’m sorry’ before lowering herself down to the next window, slowly making her way down to where Inej waited. 

The pair walked to the docs, agreeing to split up and cover more ships at once. As Y/N walked on to her second ship she heard screams and the siren from deeper inside the city, that was their queue. She made quick work of spraying the top deck of the ship before rushing over to Inej. “We have to go deliver…” Y/N trailed off and stared at a small group of children and women who sat curled on the floor in front of Inej. The latter turned to the inferni, “I have to help them.” Her voice was almost pleading. The y/e/c-eyed girl nodded, “Yes, of course. I’ll deliver the note and I’ll meet you with the others.”

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Y/N kept her hood up as she walked through the alleys and streets of Ketterdam. She found Pekka’s driver and handed him the slip of paper that Kaz had written. “A note from the boss.” She kept he voice low and with that, she slipped back down the streets. Making her way to the Emerald Palace where the others were waiting.

She pulled up her skirts as she walked through the frazzled crowd running out of the gambling den. She kept her shoulders pulled back and her head held high, her face still covered by her mask but her hood was pulled down to show off her braided updo. She spotted Jesper waiting for her by the stairs, he walked in front of her leading them up the stairs into the large room where Kaz and Nina were supposed to be. 

He pushed the door open quietly and held it open for Y/N to slip through and wait by the bar in the corner behind everyone else. 

Pekka cocked his gun and pointed it at Kaz, the latter’s back was facing the main door. 

“I’d reconsider.” Kaz’s voice didn’t waver as he spoke, “If you want to see your Kaelish prince again.”

“Oh. What are you gonna do?” The older man’s voice held amusement, “You gonna blow it up again? You need to learn some new tricks, boy.”

“Your other Kaelish prince.” These words caught Pekka’s attention. “Fond of sweet. Blond hair… Alby.”

Horror settled into the old man as the room grew tense. “I will kill everything you love, Brekker.”

“The trick is not to love anything. Your mistake was that you let someone get in. Someone you’d sacrifice everything for and it makes you weak.” Dirtyhands spat. 

“Then I’ll just kill you.”

“Do that and you’ll never find your son in time.”

Pekka shifted on his feet, “What did you do?”

“I buried him.” His voice was laced with cold-hearted pleasure. “Six feet deep. He went into that box so easily. Didn’t even cry. Until I took this from him.” He pulled out a toy train from his coat pocket and held it out for the distressed father to see. 

“Where’s my son?”

“Make smart choices and you might just reach him in time before the air runs out.”

Pekka gritted his teeth, “You trifling piece of Barrel trash. What the hell do you want?”

“I want you to remember.”

“Remember what!”

“A con you ran… on two farm boys. Orphans. A promise to replace the family that they’d lost. And then you duped them out of everything.”

Jesper, Nina, and Y/N all shared a vaguely worried look. 

“They ended up on the streets and they both died. But one of us was reborn.”

Pekka wracked his brain in search of any memories relating to Kaz’s description but shook his head in frustration, fear still paralyzing his body. 

“Too many pigeons to remember?” He scoffed, “Let me help you. Jakob Hertzoon.”

Realization flashed in the old man’s eyes, “That was a long time ago. So that’s what this is all about? Why you look at me with murder in those shark’s eyes of yours? You were just two pigeons who I happened to have plucked, and if it hadn’t been me, it would’ve been somebody else.”

“Bad luck for Alby that it was you.” Frustration was clear in Kaz’s voice. 

Pekka yelled and grabbed the collar of Kaz’s suit, holding him up against the wall while holding his gun to his neck. “You.. you tell me where to find my son!”

Y/N looked to Nina and back to Jesper all ready to step in if needed. 

“It’s a simple trade, Rollins. Speak my brother’s name and your son lives.” At this point Kaz’s breathing was heavy and all the surrounding dime lions stood as still as statues. Nina walked back to the other two Crows by the bar. Pekka let go of Kaz grunting in exasperation. 

“How ‘bout another hint?” Kaz clenched and unclenched his fists as he walked away from the wall he was just pinned against. “You called your daughter Saskia. She wore red ribbons in her hair.”

Agony and desperation were painted across Pekka’s face, “Okay, two b… Two boys from Lij. You had a piddling little fortune.” He took a deep breath through his nose, “Your brother, he fancied himself as a trader, wanted to get rich quick like every other nub who steps foot into the Barrel.”

Kaz nearly growled, “I want you to say his name.” 

Pekka shifted on his feet again anxiously. Kaz’s frustration got the better of him as he shouted at the old man to remember.

“I… I don’t remember his name! I just want my son. He’s all I have. I’ll give you whatever you want, Brekker.” Pekka let out shaky breaths through his teeth, “I’m begging you.”

“Are you?” Kaz’s voice was quiet but dripping in malice. The whole atmosphere of the room shifted as the dime lions finally realized who really had the upper hand. Dirtyhands, Bastard of the Barrel had outsmarted Pekka Rollins, King of the Barrel. 

Pekka looked around at his men before turning his gaze to the floor as he slowly lowered himself to kneel in front of the younger gang leader. Every dime lion in the room looked away from their boss in shame and Jesper and Nina took a breath in astonishment while Y/N only smirked to herself at the scene before them. Kaz Brekker, standing with his head held high while the most powerful man in the Barrel knelt before him. 

Kaz took out two sheets of paper from his coat, “A confession for the murders of Tante Heleen and Constable Sem.” He looked at the room around him before finding his Crows in the back corner. “And a quitclaim deed for Inej Ghafa.” He handed the papers to the man on his knees and pulled out a pen. “Sign both… if you want your son alive.”

Pekka signed the papers and handed them back before slowly rising to his feet again. “Where’s my son?”

Dirtyhands had his head down, looking over the papers before bringing his eyes only to look at the man before him. “Black Veil Cemetry. You’ll need all your men digging to find him in time.”

Pekka marched out of the room, his men following quickly.

Y/N stared at Kaz, he seemed unrecognizable as he stood there, his cold glare trained on the door while it swung close. His shoulders tensed, his hand clenched, and blood ran down the side of his face and from his nose. His eye would surely bruise and the side of his face would swell, but other than that Y/N could see no reason that he wouldn’t be alright. His plan went just as he thought out and he got what he came for. 

The three Crows at the bar were all a bit surprised to have seen the lengths to which their boss would go to get his revenge. But they shouldn’t be, after all, he was Dirtyhands. 

~*~

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[bokubear]

Haikyuu!! — he thinks you’re cheating

❥ including ; kageyama tobio, atsumu miya, ushijima wakatoshi, kuroo tetsuro

❥ genre ; hardly angst, slight insecurity, comedy, fluff, suggestive themes

❥ notes ; my first post in a whole month! gosh it’s been a while, but i’m glad to be back(*'▽'*)

Kageyama would never assume such a thing, instead, he’d try his hardest to talk it out—scared helplessly throughout. It was after his practice that day, and as he was approaching you for your daily walk home together when he overheard you talking with that guy. So, kageyama being kageyama, strutted to the perpetrator and grabbed his shoulder with an iron grip. “Y/n, what’s going on?” You could tell he was trying his hardest to deepen his voice, causing you to suppress your giggle. “Tobio, are you worried about me being with him?” Oh Kageyama Tobio was so easy to read. From his nervous glances at the two of you talking in the hallway to even now where you saw him from afar, that doubtful gaze told all that was on his mind. “We we’re planning a party for the team.. but I guess you didn’t realize..” The boy he was suspicious of spoke up, pointing to the décor surrounding the two that he’d yet to notice. “Since you guys went to nationals y’know.” You smiled sheepishly, pointing to the door. “And Takeshita is the only one with a spare key to decorate indoors.” Without saying anything else you were wrapped in your boyfriend’s embrace, his face snuggling into your neck. “Thanks for not leaving me.” He muttered, hoping the boy he now knew was named Takeshita didn’t overhear. However their laughter told him otherwise. He was red as a tomato.

Atsumu immediately throws a fit, flaying himself dramatically onto any surface to belch about how “‘ya never loved ‘im!” Very annoying. And the guy working at the ice cream stand seemed to agree. “Hey! I heard you two getting all cozy up in here earlier.. she’s MY baby.” He’d repeatedly remind to which you frantically rush to apologize for the Miya’s unnecessary behavior. “Tsumie! Quit!!” You slap his arm, eyes staring daggers at the irritating blonde. “Mmm fineee.. but watch out. I’m everywhere.” He hissed, trying to act intimidating ( or whatever that was supposed to be ). Apparently he had it out for this ice cream shop worker, pulling you to the side with knitted brows and a jutting pouty expression. “You’re my baby right? Don’t tell me you’re into-“ His whining cut short at your soft lips pressing to his, eyes widening into saucers. “Always your baby.” You smile, brushing a loose strand of dyed hair from his face. “Mine.” He whispered, lifting you up by the thighs to spin you around. “This looks cheesy.” You complain, unable to keep yourself from getting lost in his honey orbs. “I don’t care cause you look like an angel right now.” Wow. It was hard to even think you were slightly mad at him earlier. Charmer.

Ushijima would confront you. Of course since ushijima is indeed ushijima, his mature and knowledgeable nature leads him to invite you to a dinner. Initially you’re surprised, it isn’t you’re birthday, and it’s not any important date? Weird. And he doesn’t hesitate to get right to the point, asking if you’re interested in “another” he said. It was extremely puzzling of how the ushijima wakatoshi was fiddling with his fingers—appearing nervous. That was a first. “Another? Toshi I-“I’m sincerely sorry if I didn’t give you everything you want, you see I’m not very good at this dating relationship and I’m learning so I understand if you went to someone else-“Why would I ever want to break up with you?” The continuous fiddling of his fingers continued, clearing his throat. “Are you okay?” You leant forward, doting features sending ushijima’s mind into a frenzy. “Ah yes, you just-look stunning in that dress.” This statement floored you. God he was perfect. “Toshi, that’s my brother you were referring to. The ‘another.’” You swore his jaw dropped to the table. “Oh then.. I believe this was a misunderstanding, shall I take you home?” A sly smile crept at your lips, taking his comment and twisting it mischievously. “Take me home? To do what?” You chided, watching as his face contorted ever so slightly. “To.. help you out of your dress, it’d be hard to unzip it.” And once again a gentleman despite your coaxing. “Perhaps we could do something else after I help you from your dress?” Now it was your jaw’s turn to drop.

Kuroo mopes. He utterly mopes. Sitting on the couch with one of Kenma’s cats sleeping peacefully atop his head while watching literally every season of Naruto in existence. At some point even Kenma himself steps from his room to ask if he’s still alive. It’s a miracle really that he’s still eating that bag of Lays, munching nonstop. And as expected Kenma receives a call from you in the midst of the ordeal, asking where your potato-chip-eating boyfriend is. Kenma doesn’t lie to you, explaining that the raven-haired is in a state of denial because you paired with someone other boy in your Biology for the project “when you could’ve been learning the periodic table song with him” he quotes, earning a burst of laughter from you. Boy Kenma was a great impressionist. Nonetheless you show up uninvited, standing in front of the tv screen with crossed arms. “You! You’re in love with him aren’t you! The greasy hair, ugly face and everything! Look at you little missy thinking you can get away with-“ On his entourage of accusations and complaining he stands so close to you it’s not hard to smell the stench of 2 days worth of couch-potato days sticking to his clothes. “Ugh! You stink! How long have you been on the couch?” You plug your nose, unbeknownst to the amused Kenma recording at the doorway. “Uhh.. Two.. days? Wah! Wait!” Kuroo calls as you disappear into the bathroom. “No! I’m not coming out ‘till you shower!!” — “Fine but then can I sing you the periodic table song?” — “..Maybe.”

-maak

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[sapphitykeprincess]

From Husband to Sissy Niece.

18+ story, involving forced regression and feminization and bimbofication, and slight shaving. Art is from @prissytutu

Allen was once a happily married man, and he never once argued with his wife Sheri except for a request to him to have a divorce and to become her brother Steve and his husband Tyrone's new babygirl. Seems unreasonable to most but Allen wanted to always make everyone else happy, but he said he would have to think about it before doing anything.

Now that six months has passed Allen wasn't aware that his wife had been giving him estrogen and testosterone blockers, and been making sure he couldn't ever make it to the bathroom and use it. All of this had culminated into Allen losing his body hair, growing long hair, and double D tits, and becoming incontinent, he wasn't sure what was happening to him for the past six months and even his doctor that his wife got him with said it was because Allen had wanted to be a babygirl and his body was reacting by itself to become the babygirl. The next step for his wife was to have his vocal chords shaved down, which she had done by using anesthesia and letting her doctor friend shave his vocal chords and remove his testicles along with caging Allen in chastity with a fleshlight pusspuss on top of his cage.

Soon Allen was asked if he still needs to think about becoming Tyrone's and Steve's daughter, after Allen looked at his dress state, and saw the nursery that Tyrone had built for Allen if he became Sissy Ava, he broke down crying that he wanted everyone happy but he was afraid that nobody would accept him nor let him have any cummies. At that time Steve picked up little Allen and spoke softly, "Look you have a choice keep regressing on your own, and maybe never cum again or be our daughter and cum, and I know a way to make sure you cum since you have not done so in six months, but you would have to be Little Ava and live with us.", Allen began crying and nodding his head, which led Steve to pulling Ava's diaper to the side and putting her on his cock, bouncing her slightly causing Ava to shudder and moan, as her body felt like tingling bells and butterflies. Steve kept bouncing Ava up and down until Ava began crying and shaking as she had an orgasm that she had never felt before, but before she could savor the moment Steve pulled out and put Ava's mouth on his cock and shot load after load of cum into her mouth. Tyrone finally spoke up to Ava after putting a bib that said 'Daddy's Cum Princess', "You better not spit it out otherwise you'll be licking it up, swallow the milk." Which Ava did swallow even though she drooled some cum out of her mouth as she swallows it.

[zoeykallus]

Not the type to do request but I’m doing it anyways b/c, why not?

So, Y/n (or whatever you want to call her) and Crosshair (or any clone) slept together, sort of a fling as Y/n doesn’t think much of it thinking Crosshair just needed his system out of him. But when being flirted by some dude at 79’s only to he dragged off by the arm by him and dragged them to somewhere and is obviously jealous of this (I don’t mind me of feral mode) and let there be… SMUT…

Requesting people are a type? ^^'

Ooooh jealous Crosshair is a little scary, I think... So Y/N or whatever is a female, 'cause you didn't say otherwise :) I like the idea, got a scenario in my head already.

Crosshair x Fem!Reader Smut Oneshot – Under The Surface

Warnings: Smut/18+/Sexual Themes/Jealousy/Hurt/Angst/Dub-Con/Finger Kink/Soft Chocking/Dominant Crosshair

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After a hot fling with Crosshair, you find yourself regreting it was a one time thing. Crosshair on the other hand seems to be fine with that. However, when you are approached by another clone at 79's, he seems to have second thoughts.

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You had spent a night with Crosshair. It had been hot, wild and intense. Better than anything you had ever experienced sexually. But it was only a one-time thing. You knew that before. Still, you think of him often and whenever you see him in 79's, your heart beats faster. Especially when he gives you a cheeky wink. However, right after that your chest tightens and you feel like you can't breathe when he puts his arm around another girl and gives her all kinds of attention.

Today is another one of those days. You look away strained and clutch your cocktail glass with one hand as if you had to hold onto it to keep from falling off the barstool. You are annoyed at yourself, at the fact that you let him upset you so much. Again and again you feel attracted to guys who don't see more in you than a means to an end. One or even two nights of fun.

Crosshair seems to be no different. Actually, it wasn't bad, you think to yourself, it was consensual, it was great. An experience you don't want to miss. But this heavy feeling that you now carry around with you, you could do without that. Of course you don't let on anything, neither in front of him nor in front of your friends or his brothers.

You still greet each other when you run into each other. Now and then you flirt, but nothing more happens. Meanwhile you stay away from him as good as you can, more or less. You can really do without seeing him flirting with other girls who unabashedly throw themselves at him and how he enjoys the attention.

You sit there on the bar stool at the bar and tell yourself that you didn't put on your nicest short dress because Crosshair is into it, but because you feel sexy in it. Unfortunately, this is neither true nor a lie. Both are true. And you also feel his gaze on you again and again. His gaze is so intense that it seems like a touch, even though you just turned your back to him and you know that a pretty Twi'lek female is sitting in his left arm next to him at one of the tables with benches.

The thought of her nestled against his side makes you furious, but you still remain outwardly calm.

You almost flinch in fright as a voice to your right snaps you out of your gloomy thoughts.

"Alone tonight? Arent you usually with the guys of Clone Force 99?"

You look up at the clone standing next to you. An ARC Trooper, you don't know him by name, but you think you've seen him before. You didn't know the color of his unit, though. Midnight purple and black.

He has combed back hair, longer on the top, shaved on the sides and neck. Around his neck coiled a tattoo of an arrak snake.

"I work with them sometimes", you answer quietly, not sure what to expect.

"I'm Arrak", he says and holds out his hand to you.

You shake his hand and ask, "Like the snake on your tattoo?"

He smiles, a beautiful smile. Somehow there's something about this clone that you like right away.

"Yeah, right. Got the name when we were stationed on Ithor and we were camping in the woods. One of those snakes crawled around my neck in the night and almost strangled me"

"Oh, dear," you say, startled.

He laughs heartily, "Yeah sounds scary doesn't it? It was. But I killed it with my vibro knife. The skin is armored but they have a weak spot under the chin. I actually just found that out by accident."

A tingle travels down your spine. You know Crosshair is looking your way again.

"May I join you?"

"Be my guest"

Arrak is funny, smart, cute. He gives you sweet compliments, he seems honest, unobtrusive and yet he is obviously flirting with you. He likes you, you feel it immediately.

By now you feel as if the tingling sensation on your back has turned into a burning sensation.

Both of you are already a little buzzed, not really drunk, but in a good mood. Again and again he touches as if by chance, your arm, your hand, his knee touches yours. He leans close to you when he says something, partly to drown out the music, but you know it's more.

Your flirtation is more intense by now, and it's easily recognizable to the outside world. You don't care, why should you? Crosshair, did a lot of things you probably didn't want to know about since you ended up in bed together. After all, he's sitting there unabashedly with the Twi'lek girl in his arms.

But then something unexpected happens. Someone grabs your arm, not exactly very gently. You look up and see Crosshair's stony expression. What the hell is going on now?

"Hey, buddy, how about you keep your fingers to yourself?" Arrak grumbles.

He doesn't like how roughly Crosshair touches you, and he certainly doesn't like that he has the gall to do it while Arrak is flirting with you.

" Buddy," Crosshair growls, spitting his toothpick on the ground, "sorry to disappoint you, but this girl is already taken."

Arrak blinks, not sure what's going on. He looks at you and asks, "Is this guy bothering you? Do you want me to intervene?"

He can't place what's happening right now.

You shake your head, "No it's fine. I think I'll be fine."

Crosshair pulls you off the barstool and with him out of the main room of the bar, into the hallway that leads to the refreshers. You don't say a word, neither does he, until he breaks open a storage room and pushes you in front of him into the room. The space is cramped. One table, a few shelves crammed with cleaning supplies, spare light bulbs and the like.

"What the hell do you want from me? Make it quick I want to get back to the bar"

"To the reg?" he grumbles.

You shrug your shoulders.

"So what? What's it to you? Why don't you go back to your Twi'lek bitch?"

He sighs, pressing you against the table and pushing you down onto the tabletop, his thighs so quickly between yours that you can't really respond.

"I don't want her," he growls.

"Didn't look like it, though. The last few days you've had a lot of different girls hanging on your arm"

His face comes closer and as you back away with your torso, you feel one of the shelves in your back.

"Didn't end up in bed with any of them though".

You snort, "Sure"

"That's the truth"

"Led them around pretty proudly though".

His lips brush your cheek as he says, "I thought this might be a one time thing between us. By now, though, I think it can't be. You're not like the others"

"You're just jealous because you saw me with someone else, that's all it is" you say softly.

He growls softly, "That may be partly true, but it's not the only reason we're here now"

The fingers of his right hand graze your thigh, pushing your skirt up and moving between your legs. He knows how much you love his long finger. His fingers ghost over the fabric of your panties over your pussy. You bite your lower lip as he touches the small wet spot already spreading there.

You hear the smirk in his voice.

"You can't resist my fingers".

He exerts a little pressure, lets his fingers circle over your clit, presses another finger on the wet spot. You feel how everything in you is already tense in aroused anticipation. You don't want to contradict him, you don't want him to stop. But you don't know what to make of the whole thing.

His mouth sucks on your neck, right over your pulse, at the same moment his hand reaches into your panties. You let out a low whimper and your hips automatically thrust towards him. Crosshair emits a satisfied hum.

Your fingers claw at the armor plates on his shoulders, your nails scraping audibly across them. As two of his fingers find your wet opening and penetrate you, you cling to him with a groan. His thumb stays on your clit and massages while he fingers your pussy, his lips on your neck. You can't believe you're being finger fucked in a closet of the 79's. But you don't feel like refusing his attention at all.

His lips drive hard on yours, swallowing a moan that wants to escape you. He kisses you intensely, his tongue chasing yours. Your thighs begin to tremble and his fingers quicken. Your hands cling almost desperately to his armor. You tremble and twitch under his touch, your arousal dripping onto the table you are sitting on. The intensity peaks, your pussy tightens around his fingers and you gasp, the moan catching in your throat.

Crosshair withdraws his fingers from you, his lips leave yours and you watch him lick his fingers clean. Nimbly he has removed his codpiece, it lands on the floor with a soft thump. He pulls his blacks down a bit and he frees his hard length that plops out from behind the fabric. His hands grab your hips and pull your lap closer to the edge of the table. He immediately lines up his pre-cum leaking cock on your wet heat and penetrates you.

A small cry comes from your lips as he immediately enters you and begins thrusting into you. One hand lands on your neck. He squeezes very lightly, not really painful or dangerous but enough to make you feel his dominance. The other slides between your thighs and finds your swollen clit again.

You can't help it, your mind still swimming in the arousal of the last orgasm. You clench your legs around him, your abdomen tenses and you whimper and roll your eyes back as his fingers dance wildly over your clit again while his cock splits your pussy.

He gasps and growls, his teeth clenched. He's feral. The way he fucks you is rougher than last time almost furious. What you don't know is that he's angry at himself, at wanting you and no one else, at you flirting with that Arrak and at him caring.

As you wince and whimper, he immediately slows, his hand on your neck loosening. He leans his forehead against yours.

"Sorry. To rough?"

His voice is unusually soft.

"A little. It's okay."

He kisses your forehead, his rhythm slower than before but still intense. His breathing becomes heavier and you feel his thighs begin to tremble. The thought of him cumming inside you at any moment drives your arousal to the edge as well.

You whimper, "I'm close, very close."

A rumble comes deep from his chest. His thrusts become erratic, shaky. A half-whimpered moan comes from his lips, a very unfamiliar sound. You tip over the edge, your pussy twitching around his cuming cock, your orgasm rolling from the top of your head to your toes with an intensive tingle, eliciting a deep sigh.

Breathing heavily, Crosshair leans his forehead against yours again. Neither of you says a word. Wordlessly, Crosshair reaches for a pack of paper towels that is on one of the shelves, he cleans himself up and helps you get clean. When you get up from the table, your legs are all shaky. He holds you carefully so you don't fall over while you put your panties back on.

"Wait a minute, I'll see if the coast is clear."

You nod and watch him leave the room, leaving the door ajar behind him. You wait. A minute passes, a second minute passes. You get nervous. Did he just leave you standing there? Had you really fallen for him again? Five minutes pass. You feel stupid standing around in the closet waiting, especially since you think he's not coming back.

With shaky fingers you reach for the door, open it and look into the hallway, no one to be seen, not even Crosshair. You feel a burning behind your eyes, a lump in your throat, and you know you're going to cry at any moment. You feel deeply hurt. You are about to head for the back exit when you hear the door of the refresher open. Crosshair is coming down the hall towards you.

"Sorry," he grumbles, "peeing after sex is.... complicated."

He sees the look on your face and frowns.

"What's wrong with you? You look like you're about to cry"

You can't help it, you're so relieved you laugh out loud.

"Haha, very funny," he says dryly, "Come on. Let's take a cab together?"

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Sherry Invidia Route; Chapter one

Summary: sherry Invidia x reader. If Voltage won't give us a Sherry route, then I will.

A/N: Y'all better keep track of your points, and be honest, cause otherwise this won't work, and I'll have to finger waggle at you. 😒 I'll do a route for Letty when I finish this one

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You groaned when you woke up, moving to turn off your alarm that you knew would probably go off any minute. You needed at least five more minutes.

It was when you knocked something not alarm shaped off your side table that it all came rushing back to you. You weren't home anymore. You were in some country called Saligi, where some handsome princes wanted to kiss you for some reason.

"Meow meow! Y/N! Are you alright?" C/N spoke. That was another thing. Your cat could apparently speak to you now. 

On second thoughts, maybe you were still asleep. 

You sat up to assuage your poor kitty, when a knock came at your door.

With a groan you went to answer it. If this was another prince trying to kiss you, you'd flip your lid.

The door creaked open to reveal a smiling, beautiful, woman.

"Good morning!" She chimed, her voice reminding you of a beautiful symphony.

You say,

"You're hot…"

"Good morning"

"Who's the tall guy?"

"The headmaster has assigned me to show you the ropes!" She beamed. "Since we'll be in a lot of classes together, it seemed like a good fit."

You groaned. You forgot that you'd be going back to school. When you'd complained about how many years of schooling you'd already done, the flirty prince with long purple hair had laughed, and dropped a number of years that was definitely impossible. So complaining was futile. 

"I know, I know, but it'll be fun! I promise!" She giggled, her laugh as light and airy as she was. "My name is Sherry Invidia, by the way. I believe you met my brother last night. He is very distressed at the circumstances surrounding your introductions."

You'd been given so many names at this point, you weren't sure which one was her brother. Not that it seemed to matter to her, because she was chummily wrapping an arm around your waist and directing you out of your room.

"Wait! I'm not even dressed yet!" You cried.

"Don't be silly, you look radiant!" She beamed, her grip tighter than it should have been for someone her size.

You hastily waved good bye to C/N, as Sherry dragged you down the corridor, to your first day of class.

….

"This is Rio," Sherry gestured to the orange haired man sitting in the seats next to yours. He smiled as he shoved a bun down his throat.

"Chuffed to meet ya," he said, wiping his hand on his pants, before extending it to shake.

You were interrupted from your gasp at how strong he was, by the murmuring of everyone in the classroom.

In came the pink haired prince, the nicest one, from the night before. He smiled at Sherry, who gave a polite wave back. That's when it hit you. You met her brother last night.

"Sherry, your brother-?"

"Roy Invidia, future king of Invidia," Sherry beamed with pride. She leaned in mischievously. "Why? You interested?"

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